Alias

Marcus Dixon:
Listen, while you're grabbing the Rambaldi manuscript, if you happen to see a sandwich...

Sydney:
You got it.

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
He also happens to own the largest collection of pornographic art in all of Madrid. Which... I thought was an interesting fact. Sorry.

Sloane:
Marshall, would you please go back to work?

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
Just to clarify, I'm not being fired?

Sloane:
Back to work means not fired.

Sydney:
How do I look?

Marcus Dixon:
For the record, that's a question you never have to ask.

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
[showing off his ring gadget] Mr. Bristow, will you marry me?

Sark:
[repeated line to Lauren] Not if I see you first, love.

Sydney:
[talking to Sloane] The thought that I did something for you that might give you a warm and fuzzy feeling makes me want to kick my own sister out of my house.

Irina:
I'll tell you what you need to know.

Sydney:
Get off the ledge NOW!

Irina:
Sloane believes he's been chosen to realize the word of Rambaldi. But you, too, have been chosen.

Sydney:
If you think I'm bluffing...

Irina:
It's you in the prophecy, Sydney, not me. Only you can stop him. Good luck, sweetheart.

Sydney:
Get down now!

Irina:
I love you.

[to Vaughn]

Agent Jack Bristow:
And, just because you have gotten comfortable with my daughter doesn't mean you can get comfortable with me.

Sydney:
Is that a hickey?

Lauren:
Michael, what are you doing?

[Vaughn looks at her phone]

Vaughn:
Sometimes I hate my job.

Lauren:
Baby, what's going on?

Vaughn:
You know how doctors always make you wait?

Lauren:
What?

Vaughn:
When you go in for an appointment. My dad hated that. He used to say he'd always kept his appointments, and everyone else should do the same.

Lauren:
You okay?

Vaughn:
Yeah. I just... I was looking for my house keys and I found this.

[shows her the watch]

Lauren:
Why? Were you looking for your house keys?

Vaughn:
I couldn't sleep. I thought I'd go for a jog.

Lauren:
What time is it?

Vaughn:
I dunno. It's broken.

Lauren:
Are you sure you're all right?

Vaughn:
Yeah, I'm fine.

[they kiss] I'll see you later.

Vaughn:
You asked me some questions. I told you I'd answer them if you helped me. You did help me. And I thank you for that.

Irina:
I didn't do it for you.

Vaughn:
I'm trying to live a normal life... which was always hard, given what I do. But it's gotten harder since I met your daughter. It's not that knowing her hasn't made my life better. It has. But it's also made it that much worse... I think I've said enough.

Irina:
The problem, Mr. Vaughn... Is that to the one person who matters... You haven't said anything at all.

Vaughn:
Listen, this may not mean anything to you, this may not be something you understand, or appreciate, but we have rules. Very clear, important rules that govern the relationship between a handler and his asset.

Irina:
And between a man and a woman?

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
[to Jack, randomly and smugly in the middle of an intense op] Vaughn asked me to lunch.

Irina:
Ultimately, you will do whatever you want. That's what free will's all about.

Irina:
Ultimately you'll do what you want, that's what free will's all about.

Sophia Vargas/Elena Derevko:
Eric, you have no idea how exited I am to meet you. Nadia says the most beautiful things about you. [she walks away]

Agent Eric Weiss:
[obviously happy] Really?

Nadia Santos:
She asked me if you were tall, dark and handsome. I told her you were tall. [they kiss]

Irina:
[Vaughn has come to ask a favor of Irina] Tell me how you feel about my daughter.

Vaughn:
That's none of your business.

Irina:
Are you in love with her?

Vaughn:
I don't know why that matters.

Irina:
[cutting him off] I don't have the advantage of observing casual behavior... I'm curious.

Vaughn:
Help me... and I'll tell you what you want to know.

Jack:
[during Sydney's hallucination] Shh. Don't talk. You can't imagine how much I hate it when you talk. I had a desperate need to stop her voice from ringing in my ears. What torments me now is that every time I look at you, I see your mother's face.

Arvin Sloane:
No! Do you think this is what this is about? Immortality? You bought the rumor, you simple-minded dilettante! The mystery, the true secrets of these creations will always be kept from you... the unworthy!

Suit and Glasses:
[leaning over Sydney, who is cuffed to a chair] I'd rather not make this too painful.

Sydney:
Me too. Thanks. Glad we're on the same page. That's good.

Irina:
[Sydney is confronted by her mother for the first time since she was six] I've waited almost thirty years for this... You must have known this day would come. I could have prevented all this, of course... You were so small when you were born. It would have been so easy... Tell me... Sydney... Who sent you here? You must tell me.

Sydney:
Or what? I'm grounded? [Irina shoots Sydney in the shoulder]

Irina:
Tell you what. Think about it. I'll come back and ask you again.

Vaughn:
I've... I've got this aunt, umm, Aunt Trish. She's the insane one in the family. She uh speaks to the dead, goes to readings, uh, she's a crop circle worshipper.

Sydney:
Aunt Trish

Vaughn:
Yeah. This whole Rambaldi thing reminds me of something she would tell me about.

Sydney:
[to Vaughn] There's something that happens when you discover the truth about someone. I know a little about this. The truth changes everything. There's this woman, a personality, like a collage I've put together from the photographs, the few memories I have, the scraps of stories I've heard, the clothes of hers I've got, her books. And none of its real. She wasn't that woman at all, she was - she was a horrible person... Who killed you father... Vaughn, I just wanted to say... that I'm so sorry.

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
[after a random woman kisses him in a bar] I think I just got Hepatitis

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
Syd, this guy buried you alive.

Sydney:
Yeah, but he cheated, he hit me with a car first!

[after Marshall has been recruited to A.P.O.; on their first mission]

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
[to Dixon] How cool is this? Stealing a sword so we can find a bad guy... in order to catch an even bigger bad guy? Come on... come on, you'd have never let us do this back at the CI... you know, when you were double-breasted, serious [mechanial voice] Robot Dixon... [Dixon is not amused] I mean, not that you were... authoritative... Sorry...

[Vaughn is beating a punching bag, obviously angry]

Agent Eric Weiss:
The bag is dead, I think you can stop now.

Vaughn:
Thanks for coming.

Agent Eric Weiss:
Thanks for sweating.

Agent Jack Bristow:
[Jack and Sydney are sitting in silence] This is the best conversation we've had in weeks.

Kazu Tamazaki:
[preparing to torture Sydney] Did you eat breakfast?

Sydney:
Why? You wanna grab something?

Weiss:
Jack is going to shoot you in the face.

Vaughn:
Just give me a half-hour head start. Tell him that she called your phone and you gave it to me. We only have ten hours to find Kaplan.

Weiss:
If we end up sharing a cell in federal prison, I'm not giving you a drawer.

Irina:
I remember the first time you introduced me to Sloane. You were both working at the CIA, he came to the house for dinner. You were true friends.

Jack:
Yes. We shared a similar unsentimental patriotism... and a devotion to our wives. But Sloane changed and... it was Rambaldi that did it. I'm not sure what it is - he never told me - but Sloane has a personal connection to Rambaldi.

Irina:
I lived for years with the same obsession, to find a higher meaning in Rambaldi's work. I never understood how you managed to avoid getting caught up in it.

Jack:
I had something neither of you did.

Irina:
Sydney.

Irina:
I see through you. You must know that.

Sloane:
This is who I am.

Irina:
You may need to think of yourself as an honorable husband, a father figure. But I don't. I will never see that man in you, which frankly is why we have this agreement.

Sloane:
You need to get some rest.

Irina:
Never talk to me about your love for Sydney again.

Sloane:
She was a KGB spy who cared nothing about you or me. I've always thought that you understood your relationship with Irina was nothing more than that. But now that your schoolboy crush on the woman who destroyed your life is preventing you from saving mine, I will have to revise that assessment.

Sydney:
Is something wrong?

Vaughn:
No. I'm just getting old, I guess.

Sydney:
You expect me to believe that?

Vaughn:
I've just had a lot on my mind lately, that's all. It'll pass.

Sydney:
Yesterday was the day, wasn't it? The anniversary of your father's death?

Vaughn:
How could you remember that?

Sydney:
I remember what missing him does to you.

Lauren:
Hello?

Sark:
It killed you, didn't it, seeing him drop the gun for Sydney.

Lauren:
No it isn't a good time, can I call you in the morning?

Sark:
He's there with you, is that it? Though he'd rather be with her. You know, it's quite a charade you two are engaged in.

Lauren:
I think we both know how dedicated I am to this assignment. If you have any issues, take it up through the proper channels.

Sark:
Don't mistake me. It's not your dedication that I question.

Lauren:
We'll talk about this later.

Arvin Sloane:
[to Agent Jack Bristow] One night - oh, this was years ago, maybe two years before you and I met - I had just finished my first Far East briefing in the White House. I was new to the CIA. After that meeting, everyone got into a limousine to head back to Langley, but I didn't. I told them I was gonna walk for a while. They all looked at me sort of funny, I mean, it was a cold night. So I said 'I need to get some air,' but the truth is... I was overcome. It did occur to me, as I was walking down the White House steps, that I was living in a perfect moment. Everything was filled with promise: my role in the CIA, my relationship with a wife that I had not yet met. Still, I could feel the darkness coming. So I wandered around for a while, ended up at Jefferson Memorial. It was always my favorite one. Looked out across the basin. Lincoln, right there. I didn't know how it would finally materialize, the darkness. I had nothing to base it on. It wasn't as if the CIA had just betrayed me, or my wife had just been diagnosed with lymphoma. None of that had happened yet. So whenever life takes an unfortunate turn, as it has this week, I just remind myself that I could see it coming all along.

Lauren Reed:
Not everything was a lie.

Vaughn:
Even though everything's changed... some things don't... I'm not going to lose you twice.

Agent Jack Bristow:
Those Cyrillic codes you found in those books - yes, they were orders from the KGB and yes, they were orders to kill. An agent received those orders and carried them out, murdering officers of the C.I.A., including your father, Mr. Vaughn. All this is true. But, Sydney, I was not that agent. Your mother was.

Vaughn:
I'm going to say something, and it will either be obvious to you or seem presumptuous, either way I'm going to say it. This isn't working. I've been thinking about this for a while, I don't know what the hell to do.

Sydney:
What?

Vaughn:
I think you know what.

Sydney:
I need you to tell me.

Vaughn:
You need me to tell you what, that when you're on operations I can't sleep at night, that when we're in debrief I have to force myself to remember what the hell we're supposed to be reviewing when all I want to do is kiss you.

Sydney:
Sometimes it is hard to remember what we're supposed to be talking about.

Vaughn:
That's what I'm talking about, and the thing that drives me insane every day is that the people who would kill us if we were ever seen together-the Alliance, SD-6, Sloane, are the very forces that brought you into my life. What kind of a sick joke is that?

Sydney:
So what are you thinking, that maybe we shouldn't be working together?

Vaughn:
Yes, that was what I was thinking, but we're great together, and the more we work together the sooner the Alliance gets destroyed.

Sydney:
So, what are you suggesting?

[Agent Weiss interrupts]

Rachel Gibson:
Your father is kind of scary.

Sydney:
Tell me about it.

Agent Eric Weiss:
You really want some space, or are you and I going to go get drunk? 'Cause there's this bar - you won't even remember it tomorrow.

Francie:
"Dear Aunt Stephanie. Unfortunately, as my mother has informed you, the wedding is off so I am returning your kind gift of a coffee maker because, as it turns out, the man to whom I was engaged is a deceitful, two-faced, sex-crazed jackass. All my love, Francie."

Sydney:
It's not too harsh.

Sydney:
What are you, twelve years old?

Francie:
No, no, no. We need a professional. We need a hit man. If there's one, there are a thousand. Rats breed hourly.

Sydney:
[sing-song] I'm going shoppin'.

Sydney:
Those men died for no reason.

Vaughn:
No. Those men died for their country.

Agent Jack Bristow:
Mr. Vaughn, you're young and you're eager, and I understand that. But one thing you're not, and this is something only time can provide, really, is wise.

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
They're super-swank.

Sydney:
My name is Sydney Bristow. I've seen you in the office. I always wondered what you did. Aah. I guess this is what you do.

Vaughn:
Half a can only. I don't want to come back to a fat dog.

Sydney:
Why are you looking at me like that? Did you guys break something of mine?

Will:
I know, I just don't want to miss the previews, though. They're, like, my favorite part.

Agent Jack Bristow:
If you tell anyone about this conversation, you will no longer be able to wear a hat.

Vaughn:
Now, the guys say it's bitchin, so I assume it's... bitchin.

Sydney:
I just wanted to rip his finger right off again. Does that make me a bad person?

Haladki:
I think your judgment is impaired.

Vaughn:
I think I'm going to kick your ass.

McKenas Cole:
Oh, wow, that was a moderately clever retort.

Will:
So, I'm not annoying to dead people.

Sydney:
My name is Sydney Bristow. Seven years ago I was recruited by a secret branch of the CIA called SD-6. I was sworn to secrecy, but I couldn't keep it from my fianc". And when the head of SD-6 found out, he had him killed. That's when I learned the truth: SD-6 is not part of the CIA. I've been working for the very people I thought I was fighting against. So, I went to the only place that could help me take them down. Now I'm a double agent for the CIA, where my handler is a man named Michael Vaughn. Only one other person knows the truth about what I do, another double agent inside SD-6. Someone I hardly know - my father.

Sydney:
Well, go ahead and raid my closet.

Francie:
Thanks... but I've got b*obs.

Sydney:
Amazing idea.

Vaughn:
Thank you. I know.

Marcus Dixon:
We kill ourselves to do the right thing, meanwhile the bad people keep coming back.

Will:
Who would live a double life like that?

Sydney:
There are people.

McKenas Cole:
[to Sydney] Now, I know I'm not the subtlest guy when it comes to women and I probably said something insanely inappropriate, because you told me if I ever talked to you again, you'd break my kneecaps. Which just made me love you.

McKenas Cole:
I am now standing in Sloan's... tastefully minimalistic office.

Sydney:
Why does that guy have such a guilty look on his face?

Francie:
Yesterday, Ginger told Rod that Gavin was Ruby's pimp, but Rod didn't even know that Ruby was a prostitute...

Sydney:
Who's Gavin?

Francie:
Ruby's father.

Sydney:
Ew.

Sydney:
This is ridiculous, let's just get the son of a b*tch.

[repeated lines of Sydney's contact code]

Sydney:
[answering a phone] Hello?

Person on Phone:
Joey's Pizza?

Sydney:
Wrong number.

Vaughn:
You just threw your pager into the Pacific.

Sydney:
I know.

Francie:
What? You kissed Will Tippin? Are you kidding me?

Jenny:
That was Sydney, right? You're different when you talk to Sydney.

Will:
Don't analyze me.

Sydney:
The highlight of my social-life was my dorms salad-bar.

Sydney:
Your dancers... suck.

[discussing Will's hickey]

Will:
It's very embarrassing.

Sydney:
What, the fact that I saw it or just that it's there at all?

Will:
Look at it. I feel like I'm 15 years old.

Sydney:
That's about the age of your intern.

Sakkoulas:
Ah, you are American.

Sydney:
That's right. God bless America.

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
Sorry I've got hives.

Sydney:
OK so you're acting really freaky.

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
That sound that you're- you know, that 'boom'? That's my mind blowing.

Sydney:
What about Will?

Agent Jack Bristow:
[turns to Will]You're gonna have a hard time.

Sydney:
I'm gonna shoot you with adrenaline - we have got to run.

Vaughn:
No. Don't do that.

Will:
You awkward?

Sydney:
Yeah, small eyes and big teeth, and I was always a foot taller than everybody else so I kind of hunched over.

Will:
I wish I could've seen that.

[Sydney's pager beeps]

Will:
You can just say good guys or bad guys.

Sydney:
Neither, my father.

Vaughn:
This watch belonged to my father. It's broken now, but it used to keep perfect time. And when he gave it to me, he said you could set your heart by this watch. It stopped October 1st. The day we met.

Sydney:
Me too.

Agent Jack Bristow:
The illusion of freedom is better than none at all.

Vaughn:
You're not the easiest guy to work with.

Kendall:
No. No, definitely not.

[Sydney and Marshall have just talked their way past a security post]

Sydney:
What did you say to him?

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
[nervous] I don't know. I think it was "Go away I can smell you from here" in Ewok.

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
My name is Marshall J. Flinkman, and I'm here to rescue you.

Marcus Dixon:
[shouting] Are you ready to party?

Sydney:
Are you ready to party?

Marcus Dixon:
I speak nine languages. Techno is not one of them.

[Vaughn is watching Syndey seduce an obese enemy agent]

Vaughn:
I'm going to kill that guy.

[Vaughn and Weiss watch as a sleazy bad guy leers at Sydney while she's in disguise as a prostitute]

Vaughn:
That son of a b*tch!

Weiss:
Easy, come on.

Vaughn:
I swear I'm gonna to kill this guy.

Weiss:
There's no way that guy smells as good as you do.

Vaughn:
It's aftershave, I got a new aftershave.

Weiss:
Yeah, well, I'd lighten up on it a little.

Vaughn:
Yeah?

Weiss:
Oh yeah. To the point of non-use.

Agent Eric Weiss:
Did you ever stop to think that the reason you and Sydney work so well together is because of the feelings you have for each other? [pause] How's that for spin?

Vaughn:
Pretty good.

[after Sydney asks if he is married]

Vaughn:
Wife? I don't have a wife. You thought I was married this whole time?

Vaughn:
Are you romantically interested in anyone?

[She looks at him weirdly]

Vaughn:
It could be a question.

Sydney:
No, I'm not.

[Machine jumps to 56]

Vaughn:
Interesting.

Sydney:
Wait, ask me that again.

Vaughn:
No, I don't have to. We have our answer right here. That's very good. Moving on.

Sark:
Good luck.

Sydney:
I don't need luck from you, you son of a b*tch.

Sark:
Wonderful attitude.

[Marshall is offered a job with the real CIA]

Vaughn:
Hi, I'm Michael Vaughn. Welcome to the CIA.

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
Uh, yeah I've heard that one before.

Sydney:
Vaughn?

Vaughn:
How come you never call me Michael?

Sydney:
I call you Michael sometimes.

[pause]

Sydney:
Vaughn.

[Sydney and Vaughn walk into Syd's apartment, Vaughn's cell phone rings]

Vaughn:
Hello?

Agent Eric Weiss:
Hey, Kendall has something he wants to show you.

Vaughn:
Ah, can it wait?

Agent Eric Weiss:
Apparently not, he wants to Sydney too. Are you with her?

Vaughn:
Ah, no. I haven't seen her.

Agent Eric Weiss:
You're in bed with her right now, aren't you?

Vaughn:
Trying. Just find out what he wants.

[the Francie clone has hypnotized Will Tippen]

Francie:
[as Allison] Now I'm going to count back from five, and when you wake up, you will remember nothing of this conversation. All you will remember is that you had the best sex of your life.

Sark:
You know it's a pity we're traveling separately. We could've used the opportunity to get to know each other better.

Sydney:
Yeah, I'm broken up about that too.

Sark:
You're surprisingly adept at keeping your curiosity in check.

Sydney:
Don't flatter yourself.

[about Kendall]

Agent Jack Bristow:
Legally he's right, Ethically he's an ass.

Sydney:
The idea that the CIA is willing to work with Irina Derevko is insane.

Agent Jack Bristow:
Worse, it's naive. Your mother didn't just conveniently turn herself in. This is all part of the manipulation.

Sydney:
Well, she's their problem now. She's not yours. And she's not mine.

[When putting on her jacket, she winces a little bit]

Agent Jack Bristow:
You okay?

Sydney:
My shoulder's healing, if that's what you mean.

Agent Jack Bristow:
It's not, actually.

Sydney:
I don't support the death penalty. I but I hope she dies for all that she has done. I really do.

Kendall:
Just so we're clear, Mr. Vaughn, I know all about your participation in busting Agent Bristow out of federal custody. Convince her to talk to her mother, or face charges of obstructing justice and harboring a fugitive.

Vaughn:
Guess it's two-for-one day on blackmail.

Vaughn:
Respectfully Syd, I don't think your father can think clearly where your mother is concerned.

Sydney:
And you can?

Vaughn:
I'm trying and she has nothing to gain by lying.

Sydney:
Some people go miniature golfing with their parents. We go to India to look for nukes.

Sydney:
Dad, we need to get moving.

Agent Jack Bristow:
I know. I'm just preparing myself to let Irina out.

Vaughn:
You're probably gonna say no to this, but I wanna go to India.

Kendall:
Go.

Vaughn:
"Go"? What... Are you trying to get rid of me?

Sydney:
Call waiting for spies.

[an alarm will go off in 15 seconds if set off]

Vaughn:
So you said you could disarm it in under 20 seconds, how far under 20?

Sydney:
I work better under pressure.

Agent Jack Bristow:
Your mother was sent to the United States to steal secrets from a ranking officer of the C.I.A. How she and I happened to meet, how she supposedly fell in love, I thought it was all true. But it was just a set-up.

C.I.A. Therapist Dr. Judy Barnett:
Did you purchase a Christmas gift for Agent Bristow?

Vaughn:
Uh... I'm not familiar, Dr. Barnett, with the regulations preventing officers from celebrating with their co-workers, a fairly widely recognized holiday such as Christmas.

Vaughn:
[ to Sydney] No, but, what you said about wanting to go to a hockey game... wanting me to be part of your life... I think I wasn't clear about something. That it would be nice to be in public with you, to actually get to look at you. Grab a pizza or go to a hockey game. I just... I wasn't clear that I would really like that, too.

Will:
I have a contact who tracked your credit card from another one of your flights out of L.A.X. From that, they got your social security number. I did a trace on it. See, here's what doesn't make any sense, Kate Jones. You died in 1973.

Sydney:
You didn't think about it. Not once. The possibility that Rambaldi could be right about me.

Vaughn:
No. I didn't.

Sydney:
Why not?

Vaughn:
Because I believe in you. Do you think I'd just throw anyone in my trunk?

Noah Hicks:
I told you to meet me in San Pedro.

Sydney:
I never got a letter.

Noah Hicks:
I didn't send you a letter. I wasn't allowed to discuss my reassignment. I encoded a message in a junk e-mail. You should've been able to pick it up from the subject line.

Sydney:
I always set my computer to filter out junk e-mail.

Vaughn:
Noah Hicks - you mentioned him in the initial background report you wrote when you first made contact with the CIA.

Sydney:
We met when I was a trainee. We actually dated for a while.

Vaughn:
Really.

Sydney:
We kept it under the radar. SD-6 discourages, you know, fraternization among agents.

Vaughn:
So does the CIA.

Vaughn:
[to Sydney] When you're at your absolute lowest, at your most depressed, just remember that you can always... you know. You got my number.

Vaughn:
Yeah... I'll break into the Vatican with you.

Francie:
Okay, seriously, we are not putting chocolate chips in the pancakes.

Will:
I got news for you. Oh yes we are.

Vaughn:
So, I was thinking, later tonight when we get the code key, maybe we can check it out?

Sydney:
What, the restaurant?

Vaughn:
Yeah. Well, it's almost too good not to.

Sydney:
Unless SD-6 spots us there and has us killed.

Vaughn:
Well, the food's so good it's almost worth the risk.

Vaughn:
Uh, I don't have an easy answer to that.

Kendall:
I'll take a complicated one.

Sydney:
You've lost weight.

Agent Eric Weiss:
Yeah, I stopped eating all the foods I like. I'm miserable, but I look really good.

Sark:
Are you comfortable? Do you feel comfortable trading priceless documents for a low-grade reporter?

Agent Jack Bristow:
You should read Tippin's stuff. It's not so bad.

Agent Eric Weiss:
You don't poop where you sleep.

Sloane:
You know, we should dance.

Sydney:
Like hell.

NSC Director Robert Lindsey:
If you're finished, this is the men's room.

Sydney:
Who let you in?

Vaughn:
If you betray her, no matter what it costs me, I will kill you.

Sloane:
No need to worry, I love her too.

Sydney:
I fought myself. I killed myself.

Marshall:
I've lost my keys. Where are they?

[the assassin Sark is introduced as an ally]

Marshall:
Hi. Welcome. Don't kill me.

Lauren:
This better be good.

Sark:
And a good morning to you, too.

Lauren:
You paged me on my NSC cell phone. You know that they track all incoming numbers.

Sark:
This cell phone's been cloned, so you have nothing to worry about. We've just learned that a freelance munitions expert has created a cutting edge technology, one that he's since sold to one of our rivals. We need you to filter back any CIA intel that might help us get a lock on it.

Lauren:
You called me to remind me to do my job?

Sark:
Darling, it's not like that.

Lauren:
[sarcastically] Yeah.

Weiss:
Will he ever open his eyes?

Marshall:
Babies sleep, Weiss, you know. That's what they do, except when they're screaming. Last night, from midnight to six.

Sydney:
He's gorgeous, Marshall.

Marshall:
Thanks.

Lauren:
Are you ready for our first job as senior management?

Sark:
You're so ambitious, I love it.

Lauren:
The job's in Vancouver. Requires a breach of a data storage facility.

Sark:
Really? What's the prize?

Lauren:
A plasma charge. Next generation destructive power.

Sark:
I thought those were just theoretical.

Lauren:
Apparently not in Vancouver.

Sark:
All right. I'll meet you there in four hours.

Lauren:
Three. We have to be first in line. The CIA's sending agents.

Sark:
Who?

Lauren:
One guess.

Sark:
Sweetheart, this should be fun.

Lauren:
I'll see you in Vancouver. Don't be late or call me sweetheart.

Sark:
Ambitious and domineering. Fantastic.

Weiss:
How are you doing?

Vaughn:
Fine.

Weiss:
Hey, guess what? It's me. Come on, how're you doing?

Vaughn:
I'm hanging in there.

Weiss:
How's Lauren about it?

Vaughn:
She didn't remember.

Weiss:
And, you didn't say anything?

Vaughn:
No. I mean, she's got a lot on her mind.

Weiss:
Yeah, that's probably it.

Lauren:
They're right behind us.

Sark:
Yes, thank you. I can see that.

Lauren:
Stop the car!

Sark:
What are you talking about?

Lauren:
Stop the car, now. Pull in here. [they begin to make out]

Sark:
Tell me, did they spot us?

Lauren:
No, I don't think so. According to the transport order, the ship docks in 16 hours. We should get going.

Sark:
You should know that you are amazing. Before, I mean. Typically, this is where you return the compliment. [Lauren ignores him and gets out of bed]

Sark:
Put the gun down, Agent Vaughn. Drop the gun.

Vaughn:
Not a chance, you drop yours.

Sark:
Put the gun down now.

Sydney:
No, Vaughn, don't!

Sark:
Drop it. If you love her, you will put the gun down now.

[Masked figure looks at Vaughn]

Sydney:
Vaughn, don't!

[Vaughn drops the gun]

Vaughn:
Freeze! Give me the bomb. Give it to me.

[Sark activates the explosive]

Sark:
With pleasure.

Sydney:
I thought you'd be home by now.

Jack:
I was about to say the same to you. The plasma charge, it's in our hands.

Sydney:
Sark isn't... the Covenant.

Jack:
Have you had dinner? If memory serves, you always liked Mitchellis.

Sydney:
I haven't eaten there since I was eight.

Jack:
I do eat, you know.

Sydney:
I'd like that, actually.

[to Vaughn]

Sydney:
We'll find each other... we'll always find each other.

Weiss:
By the power invested in me by the United Church of Mammals, I now pronounce you man and wife.

[Marshall and Carrie get married]

Marshall:
I love you Mrs. Flinkman.

Carrie Bowman:
I'm keeping my name.

Marshall:
Okay.

Lauren:
[to Sydney] I see what's going on between you and Michael, so let me be clear: stay the hell away from my husband.

McKenas Cole:
Welcome, Miss Thorne. The work you'll be doing for us requires a certain commitment.

Sydney:
[brainwashed as Miss Thorne] Of course.

McKenas Cole:
Who this man is, is not important. What is important is this knife on the table. Use it. Kill this unimportant man.

Sydney:
Last chance to bail out.

Will:
What, are you kidding me? I love this stuff.

Will:
Syd, you've been going over this since the beginning of time. You'll figure it out.

Sydney:
What makes you say that?

Will:
Because you're you.

Jack:
I used to think you didn't have much of a spine.

Vaughn:
Has that assessment changed at all?

Jack:
No.

Sydney:
[about Allison/Francie] Why didn't she kill me?

Weiss:
Maybe she likes you.

Sydney:
Weiss, I'm serious.

Weiss:
So am I! Come on. She lived with you for months. She doubled herself as your best friend. Maybe in that time, she started to like you. I could see that happening.

Marshall:
You've got the looks. I've got the brains.

Vaughn:
I've got the looks? You've got the brains?

[about Vaughn]

Sydney:
After 30 years, you're still haunted by your wife's betrayal. Will it be the same for him?

Jack:
Absolutely.

Jack:
[to Sloane] I'm not going to help you. Since this is the last conversation we will ever have, I want to make this perfectly clear. What you have done to my daughter is nothing compared to what I will do when I find yours. Salud.

Jack:
Surprised you didn't get the reference. Modified kaexelate cocktail washed with tetrodotoxin presented in a bottle of Chambertin Clos de Bez. Just like we used in Saigon. But understand, this was not done out of compassion. I orchestrated this because and only because I need you.

Vaughn:
My wife betrayed me! She betrayed all of us! You can't expect me to pretend that never happened.

Jack:
I'm not sure you have a choice.

Vaughn:
And why's that?

Jack:
Because you're the one that married her.

Katya Derevko:
I find you sexy, Jack - deal with it.

Vaughn:
I hate you - but I love Sydney more. Which is why you're not dying tonight.

Vaughn:
I hate you but I love Sydney more, thats the only reason you're not dying tonight.

Agent Eric Weiss:
What is this, the flirting corner?

Irina:
Truth takes time.

Sydney:
Hi. How did you find me?

Vaughn:
You told me a couple of months ago that when you feel the need to disappear, you go to the observatory. But the observatory was closed. And then I remembered you said the pier calms you down. But you weren't there. And you weren't at the bluffs and the palisades, either.

Sydney:
You didn't really go to all those places.

Vaughn:
Yeah, I did. And then I remembered you liked the train station, too. Normal people going to their normal jobs.

Sydney:
I can't believe you remember that.

Irina:
There were times when the illusion of our marriage was as powerful for me as it was for you.

Agent Jack Bristow:
When I look at her, when I look at the little girl who raised herself to become one of the most extraordinary human beings and one of the finest agents I've ever had the privilege of knowing, I see only the promise of my own redemption. Turning myself in was the only way I could think of to make that clear to her, to prove that despite... my limited abilities as a father, I love her more than I could ever say.

Vaughn:
Hey, what did you say before about Haladki?

Weiss:
I don't think he showers?

Weiss:
Hey, you sure you don't want to talk about this?

Vaughn:
There's nothing to talk about.

Weiss:
I share my fights with you.

Vaughn:
No you don't.

Weiss:
Yeah I do. Remember when Alan pissed in the living room?

Vaughn:
That was your dog!

Weiss:
Yeah, but I was angry about it and I let you know how upset I was.

[Weiss has just prompted Vaughn to finally ask Sydney out on a date while on a mission in Nice]

Weiss:
And?

Vaughn:
We're going to dinner.

[Weiss breaks into a celebratory dance]

Vaughn:
I'm going to keep my comm channel open. I need you to monitor the RF frequency.

Weiss:
Got it. Okay, in exchange I get an eclair.

Vaughn:
No, I'm serious, any suspect signal and I want to know about it. Anything.

Weiss:
If they're small, bring at least two!

Weiss:
Okay, whenever you want to have that talk...

Vaughn:
What talk?

Weiss:
About the cologne or whatever the hell you're wearing.

Vaughn:
I'm not wearing cologne.

Weiss:
Well, something's going on. No man naturally smells as good as you do right now.

Weiss:
So, in a case like this, we start by digitizing all the news coverage that covered the bombing. You, uh, you like Italian food?

Christine Phillips:
I have a boyfriend.

[Weiss looks up as Vaughn walks in the room]

Weiss:
Yeah, me too.

Sydney:
Weiss, have you seen Vaughn?

Weiss:
That's all I am to you - just a conduit to Vaughn. Have you ever seen Vaughn and said "Hey, where's Weiss?"

[talking about Sydney]

Weiss:
So she gave you a drawer, huh?

Vaughn:
It was a gesture of convenience.

Weiss:
And, uh, what did you put it in?

Vaughn:
Why do you care?

Weiss:
What do you mean, why do I care? Do you know how spoiled you are? You know, a drawer! I wish I had a girlfriend to say 'Hey, do you want a drawer?'

Vaughn:
I'll give you a drawer at my place.

Weiss:
I don't want a drawer at your place.

Sydney:
Dad... I'm going to find her. I have to.

Agent Jack Bristow:
Searching for that woman will accomplish nothing! No good can come from it!

Sydney:
I need to know where she is.

Agent Jack Bristow:
Sydney, we don't even know if she's still alive!

Sydney:
I know

Agent Jack Bristow:
Even if she is, it doesn't change what she did!

Sydney:
Dad, I know!

Agent Jack Bristow:
Do you expect her just to say..."I'm sorry"?

Sydney:
I don't know what to expect!

Agent Jack Bristow:
Well, you better know exactly what to expect!... What could she ever say... that would satisfy you?

[Jack is doing Nadia's psych evaluation and giving her hypothetical situations]

Agent Jack Bristow:
While tapping the phone line of a target in New Delhi, you're spotted by the enemy. Your partner tells you to continue with the mission objective while he neutralizes the target. Do you obey him, or fight back?

Nadia Santos:
Is the phone system PBX matrix?

Agent Jack Bristow:
Just answer the question, please.

Nadia Santos:
Why is my partner a man?

Agent Jack Bristow:
The sex of your partner is irrelevant.

Nadia Santos:
Oh. No, I would not obey. I'd help her fight him off, then she and I could finish the job together.

Sydney:
[after Vaughn kisses her] Dinner's ready.

Vaughn:
You do have an oven you know, we can reheat.

Agent Jack Bristow:
[to Sloane] Personally, I would have found it anticlimactic, that after expecting to assemble a weapon of ultimate power, you ended up with a revelation you could have acquired from a fortune cookie.

[Sydney and Vaughn are returning to the US from a mission in Russia]

Vaughn:
You know, we have operational command of this aircraft. The pilot could take us anywhere we want...

Sydney:
[playfully scolding] Our orders are to proceed with our extraction. If we were divert this aircraft for our personal use, we would get into a lot of trouble.

Vaughn:
Yes.

Sydney:
[disappointed] Yeah...

Vaughn:
Wanna have dinner with me in Paris?

Sydney:
[without hesitating] Absolutely.

[they kiss]

Vaughn:
[smashes Sark's face into a table] See, when I have a gun, I don't just pull the trigger.

Sark:
Thank you.

Vaughn:
[smashes Sark's face again] Where's Sloane?

Sark:
Not a problem; my loyalties are flexible.

Sydney:
[while following Francie's boyfriend, Francie starts the car immediately after he leaves his house] No, wait until he's a block away.

Francie:
Look at you getting all into it!

Sydney:
[embarrassed] Everyone knows you wait.

Francie:
I didn't know you wait.

Sydney:
You wait.

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
Sloane gave me the finger.

Agent Jack Bristow:
Any complications?

Sydney:
Well, I think I lost us about $900,000, depending on the exchange rate...

Sydney:
I'm not like other mums.

Rachel Gibson:
I'm the new girl, I panicked on the last mission, and everybody's questioning whether I can do it or not. And the truth is... I don't know. I'm terrified. But I'm more terrified of not trying. So I'm gonna put on my strappy shoes and my tiny dress and I'm gonna try. And by this time tomorrow, we'll know if I can do it or not.

Rachel Gibson:
Oh, my God, you're...

Kelly Peyton:
Not dead?

Rachel Gibson:
I was gonna say evil, but...

Irina:
[Irina, Sydney, and Jack are walking through a mine field] So, Sydney, how's school?

Sydney:
I'm working on my dissertation. Supposedly.

Sydney:
You know any jokes? Because I could use one.

Vaughn:
This grasshopper walks into a bar and the bartender says, "Hey, we have a drink named after you." And the grasshopper says...

Sydney:
You have a drink named Doug?

Vaughn:
Well, I was gonna use Phil.

Agent Jack Bristow:
[convincing his friend in British intelligence to investigate her own agency, thus committing treason] What's a little treason between old friends?

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
[in a briefing, discussing where the exchange of a WMD will take place] Sounds awesome! [everybody stares at him] What? Brazil... Isn't that where they have those... string... not bikinis... what do you call them?

Agent Jack Bristow:
Thongs?

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
[attempting to gouge out the eye of a dead man to use it for a retinal scan] Ewww. It's oozing.

Agent Jack Bristow:
That eye's no good, you'll have to move on to the other one. You'll need some kind of a scooping object. Do you have a spoon?

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
I have a spork.

Agent Jack Bristow:
What's a spork?

Agent Marshall Flinkman:
It's... like... a combination of a fork and a spoon.

Agent Jack Bristow:
That'll work.

Rachel Gibson:
What happened?

Sark:
I overestimated my friendship with Masari. He assumed I was betraying him and took the money and left.

Rachel Gibson:
Oh. So then he knows you pretty well.

Sark:
Wait. If that's the wrong wire...

Rachel Gibson:
I thought you liked risks.

Sark:
I also like my body. And as I recall, so do you.

Agent Jack Bristow:
How was the first briefing with Lauren?

Sydney:
[sarcastically] Wonderful.

Agent Jack Bristow:
I'm not asking because I'm a fan of inter-office gossip. Tell me how it went.

Sydney:
What if whatever we're looking for isn't metal?

Agent Jack Bristow:
Then we're screwed. Not an unfamiliar situation.

Sydney:
I'm writing a paper with soul. It's got lots of soul.

Sydney Bristow:
Four months ago, you murdered a man, Michael Vaughn, do you remember? [Curtis looks at her blankly] I do, I was there. It'll be burned into my memory for the rest of my life as the day that my child lost its father. So you can imagine what I'd like to do to you. Lucky for you, there's someone I want even more. Tell me where I can find Gordon Dean.

Ivan Curtis:
Is this whole routine supposed to scare me? I do this for a living.

Sydney Bristow:
It's a funny thing about pregnancy... Hormones... Whew... I woke up today feeling pretty hormonal. I'm going to give you another chance. Where is Gordon Dean? [He shakes his head no, she punches him in the face]

Jack Bristow:
Sydney...

Sydney Bristow:
We lost our only lead on Gordon Dean. I'm not sure if I can do this dad.

Jack Bristow:
We'll get another lead.

Sydney Bristow:
It's not that... It's everything... It's... It's hard being without him... I saw the baby's heart beat for the first time the other day... I was by myself... It's not fair, he should have been there.

Jack Bristow:
I'm here, how can I help?

Sydney Bristow:
My next doctor's appointments in a few weeks, would you go with me?

Jack Bristow:
Oh sweetheart, of course I will.

Eric Weiss:
[Thomas Grace enters APO for the first time and finds an empty desk and start to settle in at it. Weiss approaches him] Hey, how ya doin'? Eric Weiss.

Thomas Grace:
Tom Grace...

Eric Weiss:
Hey, Tom... Ahh look, this desk isn't exactly an ideal location, ahh for you, it's right underneath the air conditioning vent, and there's actually a wobble in the desk. You know...

Thomas Grace:
Yeah... I get it. The guy I'm replacing... he sat here.

Eric Weiss:
You can have mine, I'm not going to need it anymore, and actually I suppose you're replacing me as well. [pauses] These are really good people here...

Arvin Sloane:
[Voiceover the last shots of the episode. Jack finds out that Sloane killed Nadia, and Sydney finds Renee dead] A few days I was absolutely horrified that you would suggest that I turn against APO that I would kill my own daughter. I realize now that both were inevitable. That death is a necessary sacrifice; necessary to complete the final leg of this journey. And I have been preparing for this my whole life, I knew it was coming. I have betrayed everyone I ever loved, but I was chosen.

Joseph Ehrmann:
We appreciate what you've done.

Arvin Sloane:
This is my road to follow.

Joseph Ehrmann:
Welcome back. [last lines]

Arvin Sloane:
[Nadia has just found Rambaldi's page 47 in Sloane's homes office] Let me explain. Nadia you're going to have to trust me.

Nadia Santos:
You said it was over.

Arvin Sloane:
No... It's not what it looks like.

Nadia Santos:
You've been lying all along.

Arvin Sloane:
Look, I handed everything over to the DSR except for that page; I couldn't part with it, I... I'd spent so much time.

Nadia Santos:
I don't want more excuses. Just talking about Rambaldi, your face, your voice, it all changes. This obsession you have...

Arvin Sloane:
No it's not an obsession... It's faith.

Nadia Santos:
Do you have any idea what your faith costs me? What did you think, that I was sleeping peacefully? The last twelve months were an extended nap? [She begins to cry] I heard people talking; I felt tubes being shoved down my throat. I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. But I felt everything! So forgive me if I don't have much tolerance for your faith.

Arvin Sloane:
Nadia, please... You have to understand.

Nadia Santos:
I'm done trying to understand you. You have to make a choice; either me or this. [She holds up the page]

Arvin Sloane:
Please don't make me choose between the two most important things in my life.

Nadia Santos:
I suppose then, you'll lose us both. [She throws the page in the fire. They fight and he recovers part of the page from the fire and knocks her into a glass table. She falls thru it and glass shards slash her neck and Sloane watches her die]

Francie Calfo:
He has a law review in an hour.

Sydney Bristow:
You want to follow him.

Francie Calfo:
So much, I cannot even tell you.

Sydney Bristow:
And the bank called. Uh, I might have another trip.

Will Tippin:
You take an insane amount of trips.

Michael Vaughn:
What wife? I have no wife.

Sydney Bristow:
No, there was a picture in your office. You and that woman. I thought you were married.

Michael Vaughn:
No. She and I are not remotely m - You thought I was married this whole time?

Michael Vaughn:
[to Sydney] Okay listen to me, there's something you need to know. When you first walked into my office with that stupid bozo hair, I thought you were crazy. I mean, I actually thought you might have been a crazy person. But I watched you and I read your statement. And I've seen... I've seen how you think, I've seen how you work, I've seen who you are. In this job you see darkness; you see the worst in people. And though the jobs are different and the missions change and the enemies have a thousand names, the one crucial thing, the one real responsibility you have is to not let your rage and your resentment and your disgust darken you. When you're at your absolute lowest, at your most depressed, just remember that you can always... You know, you got my number. [Sydney thinks about this for a moment, and they share a glance, then reaches over and holds Vaughn's hand]

Dr. Atticus Liddell:
A clean conscious, that's a treatment I can stand behind. We both know how this is going to end. We could filter your blood until the cows come home, but there's no changing the outcome. Clear your conscious Jack.

Jack Bristow:
That will take another lifetime, at least...

Dr. Atticus Liddell:
I'm not suggesting you write your memoirs... Although, I'm sure they would make a hell of a read.

Michael Vaughn:
[Rips an earring out of Linus's ear] Listen, you son of a b*tch, I'm not going to let you hang my partner out to dry. [a few moments later] Now by my count, you still have 3 rings left, that's on one ear. What happened?

Sydney Bristow:
I found the hacker, Linus Halsey; He's a MIT graduate, with a degree in nonlinear crypto algorithms and stochastic systems analysis. Because if they called it code breaking, they couldn't charge thirty grand tuition.

Sydney Bristow:
[after getting a call] I have to go in.

Michael Vaughn:
Of course you do, it's your day off.

Jack Bristow:
Sloane doesn't know that you're in CIA custody.

Irina Derevko:
He thinks I'm in hiding, as he is.

Jack Bristow:
If Sloane believes you've surfaced, obtained the manuscript he's after, he'll want to meet with you. Negotiate a purchase.

Sydney Bristow:
What is this about? I'd appreciate a little context here. You haven't even given me your name.

Counter Intelligence Analyst Mitchell Yaeger:
I'm Mitchell Yeager, I'm counter-intelligence threat analyst. That should give you a little context. I've been sent here to investigate Michael Vaughn. It's come to our attention that over the past three months, Mr. Vaughn has been in contact with a number of unapproved foreign operatives. He's also actively pursued contact with Mr. Pograski, who happens to be a former KGB assassin known to have ties with at least three terrorist organizations.

Jack Bristow:
We may never have a better chance to get Sloane. Remember, without Irina's help, the operation in Kashmir would have been an embarrassment.

F.B.I. Asst. Director Kendall:
Jack, when the hell did we switch places? Derevko could be using this operation just to convince us that she's trustworthy.

Jack Bristow:
I've had twenty years to reflect on that woman's ability to deceive. Trust me. If she lies to me again, I'll know it.

Sydney Bristow:
Listen to me, there is not a chance that he is a traitor, that he would be collaborating with an enemy.

Counter Intelligence Analyst Mitchell Yaeger:
You know, I knew your mother. About twenty years ago, met her with your father. We used to go to a lot of these agency functions, you know. She was, uh, charming. Very disarming woman... who wasn't what she seemed.

Sydney Bristow:
Weiss, have you seen Vaughn?

Eric Weiss:
That's all I am to you... just a conduit to Vaughn. Have you ever seen Vaughn and said "Hey, where's Weiss?"

Irina Derevko:
I remember the first time you introduced me to Sloane. You were both working at the CIA, he came to the house for dinner. You were true friends.

Jack Bristow:
Yes. We shared a similar unsentimental patriotism... and a devotion to our wives. But Sloane changed and... it was Rambaldi that did it. I'm not sure what it is... he never told me... but Sloane has a personal connection to Rambaldi.

Irina Derevko:
I lived for years with the same obsession, to find a higher meaning in Rambaldi's work. I never understood how you managed to avoid getting caught up in it.

Jack Bristow:
I had something neither of you did.

Irina Derevko:
Sydney.

Michael Vaughn:
Well, 'cause it's common, you know, to dream about work, have anxiety over keeping it secret. Especially in the beginning.

Will Tippin:
Really.

Michael Vaughn:
Goes away though.

Will Tippin:
What, the excitement?

Michael Vaughn:
No. The dreams.

Michael Vaughn:
Look, there is something you don't know about me. I don't like it when people question my loyalty. It makes me insane.

Sydney Bristow:
This isn't about loyalty. I never said anything about loyalty.

Michael Vaughn:
When you ask me if I'm keeping secrets, the suggestion's pretty clear.

Sydney Bristow:
And you know what? Secrets will be a problem between us. After everything we've been through, you should know that.

Sydney Bristow:
Ask yourself, "Would you betray someone you love?"

Counter Intelligence Analyst Mitchell Yaeger:
Well I guess we have an answer to the intimacy question.

F.B.I. Asst. Director Kendall:
Jack, you make this happen, you can have my job.

Jack Bristow:
No, thanks

Sydney Bristow:
Do you think there's a chance you'll get Sloane?

Irina Derevko:
I wanted to see you because... it's going to be dangerous, setting this trap. I hope it goes well but there's no guarantee. So whatever happens, there's something I need you to know. Sydney, I love you.

Irina Derevko:
There's one thing. The tracker you put in my shoulder.

Jack Bristow:
You want it removed.

Irina Derevko:
If they discover I've been tagged, it's over. We both know that.

Sydney Bristow:
Research? What kind of research?

Michael Vaughn:
It's something private. Something just for me.

Sydney Bristow:
Who do you think you work for? Nothing is private. You're being investigated.

Francie Calfo:
[Allison has hypnotized Will] Now I'm going to count back from five, and when you wake up, you will remember nothing of this conversation. All you will remember is that you had the best sex of your life.

Michael Vaughn:
I had to find out if she was deceiving us again. I mean, I could not sleep at night knowing I was doing nothing. That somehow, I was helping her.

Sydney Bristow:
And did you find anything?

Michael Vaughn:
Nothing. She's clean.

Arvin Sloane:
It's good to see you again, Irina.

Irina Derevko:
Thank you for extracting me.

Irina Derevko:
We need to be up early. [pause] We should get to bed.

Jack Bristow:
Yeah we should. [they kiss]

Sydney Bristow:
Vaughn?

Michael Vaughn:
How come you never call me Michael?

Sydney Bristow:
I call you Michael sometimes. [pause] Vaughn.

Sydney Bristow:
I'm graduating today.

Michael Vaughn:
What? When the hell did you have time to take a class this year?

Sydney Bristow:
I wasn't even going to go to the ceremony but... And I've been lying here remembering why I never gave school up and why I killed myself writing papers instead of... I don't know, accepting that I'd be an agent forever.

Michael Vaughn:
You're going to quit the CIA, aren't you?

Jack Bristow:
[about Kendall] Legally he's right, Ethically he's an ass

Sydney Bristow:
I'm thinking about leaving the CIA. Which would mean giving up my clearance to see you.

Irina Derevko:
You're too forgiving, Sydney. Don't pretend I'm something I'm not. I've never been a real mother to you and... you don't owe me a second chance. If you make this decision about me, you're a fool. In fact, if you decide to stay I won't agree to see you anymore. Take care of yourself.

Sydney Bristow:
[on the phone] Hello?

Arvin Sloane:
Congratulations, Sydney. You have so many things to celebrate today. I, myself, am still coping with the pain and disappointment of learning that you and Jack were double agents. The two people I trusted most in the world.

Arvin Sloane:
You don't really think it was a coincidence that I happened to be away these past two weeks, do you? The intel that you acquired that allowed the CIA to take down the Alliance... I provided that. My involvement with the Alliance is merely a means to an end.

Sydney Bristow:
Why are you telling me this?

Arvin Sloane:
Because knowing that I'm alive is going to tempt you to come after me. Don't. We've helped set each other free, Sydney. And as much as I wish you well, I will end your life if you get in my way.

Jack Bristow:
Simply put, it's the study of geometric objects and how they fit together. All Alliance facilities have been raided yet we haven't found a single Rambaldi artifact. If Sloane was expecting our raid, he could've had everything moved to a secure location. He must be using Caplan to help him assemble a Rambaldi device.

Michael Vaughn:
So what happens when Sloane puts the pieces together?

Jack Bristow:
Whether or not you believe Rambaldi was a prophet, he did anticipate technological advances, many of which seem most applicable to warfare. It's likely Sloane is building a weapon.

Neil Caplan:
I don't understand. Why do you want me? I'm nobody.

Arvin Sloane:
You're going to help me put them together because, you see, Mr. Caplan, I know that you feel like you're only a hostage right now. But I assume you became a scientist to discover what secrets the universe has to offer. Believe me, when we're done here, you'll be thanking me for giving you the answer. So why don't you go ahead and take a look?

Marcus Dixon:
How long have you known?

Sydney Bristow:
Two years. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I was ordered not to. The CIA had no way to verify what I knew in my heart was true... that you would never consider working for a man like Arvin Sloane.

Marcus Dixon:
We were partners. You lied to me, then chose to tell me the truth when it was convenient for you. I never want to see you again.

Michael Vaughn:
[Marshall is offered a job with the real CIA] Hi, I'm Michael Vaughn. Welcome to the CIA.

Marshall Flinkman:
Uh, yeah I've heard that one before.

Julian Sark:
I made contact with our point man. He's assembling a team for the bank but I must question your decision to lead them in yourself. In spite of your precautions, it's wildly risky, given your new level of notoriety.

Arvin Sloane:
I'm approaching the finish line of a thirty-year odyssey. I won't let anyone else take the final steps for me.

Arvin Sloane:
Ah... you must be the man that Sark told me about. The man that Sydney was willing to kill me for.

Michael Vaughn:
She would have killed you for a lot less.

Sydney Bristow:
I have a crush on a guy from work.

Francie Calfo:
Really? Who is he?

Sydney Bristow:
Someone in my department. We've worked together for about a year now.

Jack Bristow:
Who's leading the team to recover Marshall?

Arvin Sloane:
We've changed his access codes. There is nothing that Marshall can tell Cuvee that could possibly hurt us.

Jack Bristow:
He will be tortured. Most likely, killed.

Arvin Sloane:
Oh yes, I'm sure he will be. I've already contacted SD-4. There'll be a replacement in op tech by morning.

Michael Vaughn:
Hey, Will. I got your psych report back. You did well.

Will Tippin:
I'm not a sociopath.

Michael Vaughn:
Well, I didn't say that.

Will Tippin:
Do I have a job?

Michael Vaughn:
Yes.

Will Tippin:
A paying job?

Michael Vaughn:
Yes. As an analyst. You'll be asked to review classified documents and file reports. Think of it as writing articles only now your source material is classified. In fact, your cover is a journalist.

F.B.I. Asst. Director Kendall:
just got off the phone with the director again and he asked me again if I knew we were in the intelligence business.

Irina Derevko:
I'll need to send an access code.

F.B.I. Asst. Director Kendall:
How will we know you're not signaling your operation?

Irina Derevko:
You won't. [Kendall looks at Jack]

F.B.I. Asst. Director Kendall:
Do it.

SD-6 OpTech Agent:
Someone has launched a denial of server attack on us. We're getting pinged over and over. It's slowing down the network.

Marcus Dixon:
That's odd. They didn't spoof the origin IP. How can someone be smart enough to hack in here and forget to cover their tracks?

Jack Bristow:
Kane called a meeting.

Michael Vaughn:
Does she know anything?

Jack Bristow:
Unclear. But I'm told she has two units from security section prepared to take me in. I have to be ready for anything.

Ariana Kane:
Who is Steven Haladki?

Jack Bristow:
He was a CIA agent loyal to Irina Derevko.

Ariana Kane:
Whom you murdered. We found brain matter in the gun you fired on the day Emily was murdered. I admit, I thought DNA tests would prove that you killed her but instead they proved you killed Haladki.

Jack Bristow:
We had reliable intel that Derevko was accessing information through the CIA. Her source turned out to be Haladki. He was crucial to her operation and had to be removed.

Marcus Dixon:
[shouting] Are you ready to party?

Sydney Bristow:
Are you ready to party?

Marcus Dixon:
I speak nine languages. Techno is not one of them.

Marshall Flinkman:
My name is Marshall J. Flinkman, and I'm here to rescue you.

Sark:
[Sark is wheeled into the room handcuffed and with his head covered. The cover is taken off and he see Sloane] This is... Classic.

Sark:
You fooled a small army into thinking that they worked for the CIA, when in fact, they worked for you. How you convinced the US government into offering you the real thing is a story I'm dying to hear. Sufficed to say, Arvin, you have my undying admiration.

Michael Vaughn:
Look, I don't like it any more than you do, but if Listening to him, helps us get the bomb back, I can live with it.

Sydney Bristow:
Even if your right, what if Anna gets away?

Jack Bristow:
Sark has agreed to lead us to Ushek San'ko, the leader of CRF. We believe San'ko can provide operational intelligence that will allow us to stop Anna, and recover the weapon.

Sydney Bristow:
When do we leave?

Jack Bristow:
He has however made a demand which involves you. [Looks up at Vaughn] He wants to exhume your wife's body.

Michael Vaughn:
Fine, let him.

Jack Bristow:
That's not all, Sark has demanded that you open her coffin for him.

Sydney Bristow:
No!

Jack Bristow:
Agent Vaughn?

Sydney Bristow:
You can't order him to do this?

Jack Bristow:
I'm not ordering, I'm asking. Sark's participation leading us to CRF, stopping Anna is dependent...

Michael Vaughn:
I'll do it.

Sark:
This is where you keep her?

Michael Vaughn:
For national security reasons, some bodies are not allowed a public grave. In this case, we didn't want Laurens death to become public knowledge. [Laurens metal casket is coming out of the wall] This make you feel better, watching this happen?

Sark:
It gives me hope, that I can still achieve closure.

Michael Vaughn:
Guys like you don't believe in closure. That would actually require you care about something.

Sark:
Perhaps that's true. Perhaps all I can hope for is a moment for us all to share; you, me, her. I'm letting go of all pretext in subterfuge, we can finally admit the truth. Your wife loved me. Not even death can change that. Do it, open it.

Michael Vaughn:
You want your moment, take it. [He opens the casket] [Sark begins to unzip her top] Stop!

Sark:
My agreement, Mr. Vaughn, allows for this. [Sark examines at Laurens bullet holes] Perfect triangular pattern, consistent with CIA training. It was you. You did this.

Michael Vaughn:
Yes, I did.

Sark:
I'll take you to CRF, but I want you to face what you did, I want you to look at her.

Michael Vaughn:
Sark gave us the contact protocol, to meet the CRF. It's a coded message in the classified ads. If all goes as he says it will, we should have a response by the evening edition.

Sydney Bristow:
Then what, you and I go in alone?

Michael Vaughn:
You mean is it a glorified date?

Sydney Bristow:
That's not what I meant, but is it?

Michael Vaughn:
No not exactly, we've gotta take Sark with us. He insists we won't get through the front door without him. So we rely on the explosive tracking device we put in his neck. If he tries to burn us, in any way, um, sabotage, escape, whatever...

Sydney Bristow:
We take him out.

Sydney Bristow:
What do you mean? Look there, he's saying... he's saying "Jul" or "Julie"...

Jack Bristow:
He could be saying any number of things. Sydney, I have already subjected this video to the most intense technological scrutiny available to the CIA.

Sydney Bristow:
Maybe "Julia"...

Jack Bristow:
If you want me to do a re-analysis, fine, but you have to stop punishing yourself.

Jack Bristow:
[to Sydney] When you compelled the NSC to release me from prison, you told me you'd done so because... you needed your father; that you needed my strength. Twelve months in solitary would have an effect on anyone; something that allowed me to stay focused was your... strength. Don't lose it now...

Sydney Bristow:
Why did the NSC want me in on this?

Lauren Reed:
I wanted you... Michael said you were the best.

Jack Bristow:
We can assume what they've stolen is a precursor agent requiring further synthesis.

Eric Weiss:
Okay, does everyone here speak science?

Marshall Flinkman:
Yeah.

Eric Weiss:
No, Marshall, they don't.

Sydney Bristow:
You know, peach isn't really in this season.

Michael Vaughn:
I heard peach was the new green.

Sydney Bristow:
I thought beige was the new green.

Michael Vaughn:
No beige is the new peach.

Sydney Bristow:
Okay.

Michael Vaughn:
I'm losing the signal.

Eric Weiss:
I'm aiming the mike right at her.

Michael Vaughn:
I should have worn the ring.

Eric Weiss:
Get over yourself. No one aims the mike like I do.

Eric Weiss:
It's not an alias she's ever used with us before.

Michael Vaughn:
There's no mention of a Julia in her SD-6 files.

Eric Weiss:
Right. Which means, last two years, when she was supposedly being held by the Covenant...

Michael Vaughn:
What? You think she was operational?

Arvin Sloane:
[to Lauren] I must admit, I was concerned for you when Sydney resurfaced. I remembered seeing her with Vaughn: their relationship reminded me my own with my late wife. It was the kind of bond that even death cannot sever. Hmmm. Well, apparently I misjudged.

Eric Weiss:
[talking with Vaughn about Sydney] What ever she just did, man, she's good. She is really good.

Michael Vaughn:
I've never worked with anyone who can improvise better than you can... but when Simon called you Julia... your reaction... You didn't seem surprised.

Sydney Bristow:
Vaughn...

Michael Vaughn:
No. Tell me what's going on. Look, I know we're not where we were, but even before then, professionally, we never kept secrets from each other. I'm still on your side...

Sydney Bristow:
You're right, we're not where we were. And trust me when I tell you, I am doing you a favor by keeping you out of it.

Sydney Bristow:
I can't afford to make a distinction between professional and personal... not in my life. I mean, this job took two years from me. Everything is personal.

Jack Bristow:
Vaughn's been quizzing me about "Julia". I tried shutting down his inquiry, but apparently something you said has made that impossible.

Sydney Bristow:
All I said was that I couldn't talk about it.

Jack Bristow:
Which, of course, has only piqued his interest.

Marshall Flinkman:
[holding a machine that could reveal the sex of his baby] You know, I could find out right now.

Carrie Bowman:
Touch me with that thing and you die.

Sydney Bristow:
I thought you said we need to keep this secret!

Jack Bristow:
Yes, from the NSC, which is what we've done.

Sydney Bristow:
You knew Dixon would order Vaughn to keep this from Lauren. If the NSC found out, I'd be pulled.

Jack Bristow:
In time, you would have come to the same conclusion.

Sydney Bristow:
Maybe, yes, but I wouldn't have acted on it. The last thing I want is to be responsible for driving a wedge between Vaughn and Lauren.

Jack Bristow:
That is a concern I do not share.

Simon Walker:
Tell me who the hell you're working for!

Sydney Bristow:
I'm working for myself, you son of a b*tch!

Lauren Reed:
What about my father?

Arvin Sloane:
Well, he knew how badly you wanted to become field rated, and he thought it was too dangerous, so he made sure it didn't happen. But you knew that... didn't you?

Eric Weiss:
[on a CIA meeting] Euro celebrities and children of royalty. The kind of people you want to drop-kick.

Jack Bristow:
About last week: it was a matter of circumstance, Arvin. Whether I would have gone through with it...

Arvin Sloane:
Oh, you would've. I would've.

Jack Bristow:
Perhaps.

Arvin Sloane:
And now you feel guilty. Well don't bother, Jack. Sydney's life was at stake. How can I blame a man for doing whatever he can to save his daughter's life?

Sydney Bristow:
Now that I know what happened to me over the last two years, in theory I should finally be able to move on with my life.

Dr. Judy Barnett:
"In theory".

Sydney Bristow:
The thing is, when I look ahead all I see is Vaughn.

Dr. Judy Barnett:
How would you feel if Vaughn left his wife for you?

Sydney Bristow:
I don't know. I don't think he would ever leave his wife because of me. I mean, I think it would be because he and Lauren don't belong together.

Dr. Judy Barnett:
Does he belong with you?

Sydney Bristow:
Have you ever felt that someone's your soul mate?

Michael Vaughn:
What are you talking about?

Eric Weiss:
I really don't know.

Michael Vaughn:
That's helpful advice.

Michael Vaughn:
Do you think you can be in love with two people at the same time?

Eric Weiss:
No, I don't. However I did have the same intense feelings for both Sport and Posh Spice.

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah, who didn't?

Julian Sark:
Once we eliminate all six cell leaders, we'll travel to St. Petersburg to meet with the head of Covenant Operations.

Lauren Reed:
Why? To make it easier for him to kill us?

Jack Bristow:
You realize it is your prerogative to ask Dixon to send someone else.

Sydney Bristow:
If Dixon sends me on an operation, I'm going.

Jack Bristow:
What I mean is, someone instead of Vaughn.

Toni Cummings:
Whether we end up working together or not, do me a favor, huh? Don't talk to me about God. What did God intend? Hell if I know. Not a clue.

Toni Cummings:
And how do two South African rock wranglers hear about Chamonix?

Sydney Bristow:
The owner was a client.

Toni Cummings:
Yeah, I outdid myself on that one. If you're interested in a job like that, those stones won't even cover the down payment. They barely cover this conversation.

Arvin Sloane:
I presume that you treated Sydney and Jack Bristow before.

Dr. Judy Barnett:
I can't discuss other patients with you.

Arvin Sloane:
Then they were your patients?

Sydney Bristow:
Every day I wish I could go back in time, but I can't. And as much as I... as much as I still have feelings for you, I won't be the other woman... not ever.

Michael Vaughn:
I know.

Marshall Flinkman:
[after get married with Carrie] I love you, Mrs. Flinkman!

Carrie Bowman:
I'm keeping my name!

Arvin Sloane:
[to Barnett] I manipulate people. I'm good at that, and I know it. I lie. I keep secrets. I divulge only what I must in order to elicit the reaction I need. That skill, in part, is why I'm still alive. One of those secrets affects the only two people I care about in the world, Sydney and Jack Bristow. There are many secrets I enjoy keeping. There is power in secrets that you keep. But this one... no. This one wears on me. It has for many years. It's central to my very existence. It's who I am.

McKenas Cole:
Your hair... that's cool!

Julian Sark:
You're the man behind the Covenant.

McKenas Cole:
I'm the man in front of The Man. When'd you cut your hair?

Julian Sark:
It wasn't a matter of choice. I was in US custody, as I thought you were. When were you released?

McKenas Cole:
That's a good story. [raises his wine glass] To your hair.

McKenas Cole:
[to Sark] You're cockier than I am. I love that about you.

Lauren Reed:
[to Sydney] I see what's going on between you and Michael, so let me be clear. Stay the hell away from my husband.

Weiss:
Come on, what do you want me to say? If you think I'm going to tell you to stay in a loveless marriage...

Vaughn:
It's not a loveless marriage.

Weiss:
Whatever. And if you're waiting for me to tell you to leave your wife for another woman, you can forget about that, too.

Vaughn:
Do you think you can be in love with two people at the same time?

Weiss:
No. I don't. However, I did have the same intense feelings for both Sporty and Posh Spice.

Vaughn:
Yeah, who didn't?

Agent Jack Bristow:
You beat death Arvin. But you couldn't beat me.

Arvin Sloane:
Nadia? I can't move.

Nadia Santos:
I don't think there's anything I can do.

Arvin Sloane:
I can't move.

Nadia Santos:
Well, as you said, you have all the time in the world. Unfortunately, I think you'll have to spend it here.

Arvin Sloane:
Well, at least you're here with me.

Nadia Santos:
No. [She fades away]

Arvin Sloane:
You're dying. I can help you.

Agent Jack Bristow:
I don't want your help, Arvin. You've caused my daughter so much pain. I could've prevented it. I won't make continue to make that mistake.

Arvin Sloane:
I think you've overestimated your position, Jack. You can't hurt me anymore.

Agent Jack Bristow:
True. But I can keep you down here with me.

[Jack opens up his jacket to reveal the C4 and a detonator]

Arvin Sloane:
What are you doing?

Agent Jack Bristow:
You beat death Arvin. But you couldn't beat me.

Julian Sark:
It's just it's not every day one gets to be a part of global genocide.

Sydney Bristow:
I thought about that, but I've always thought about teaching as my safety net.

Francie Calfo:
Teaching's no safety net. You know how dangerous it is to be a teacher? Kids bring knives to school these days.

Julian Sark:
Did it have to be so filthy? I mean, really, if Rambaldi can prophesize the future, he might have advised me not to wear $500 shoes.

Arvin Sloane:
Nadia, I'm so glad you're here. If I didn't have someone to share this with, I may have doubted my own eyes.

Nadia Santos:
You're talking to your dead daughter. This is an odd time to question your sanity.

Arvin Sloane:
Perhaps.

Julian Sark:
Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Vaughn, but aren't you supposed to be dead?

Sydney Bristow:
So that's it. It's the Horizon, isn't it? You shot the man I loved. You betrayed my trust. You risked my daughter's life, all for that.

Irina Derevko:
I don't expect you to understand. We're very different, Sydney. You still cling to naive ideals. I learned, at a very young age, the only currency worth anything in this world is power.

Sydney Bristow:
And the Horizon gives you that?

Irina Derevko:
You've never seen Rambaldi for what he is. You dismissed his work as the labor of a madman. You blind yourself to his true potential. I've spent a lifetime acquiring power. With this... And I'll never have to give it up. Rambaldi is life, Sydney. Through him, we can live forever. I offered you an out. I gave you your daughter. I was hoping you'd settle down, leave me to my affairs.

Sydney Bristow:
You don't know me very well, do you?

Irina Derevko:
Sadly, I think I do. After all, I'm still your mother.

Sydney Bristow:
That doesn't mean anything. Not anymore. I am through being disappointed by you.

Irina Derevko:
I hate that it's come to this.

Sydney Bristow:
I suppose it had to.

Irina Derevko:
I've come too far to let anything get in my way.

Sydney Bristow:
Then you'll have to go through me first.

Irina Derevko:
I'm afraid I can't allow you to be such a complication in my life any longer. For whatever it's worth, I truly do love you.

Marcus Dixon:
We've already prepared the mission specs - low risk incursion, simple alias. Who knows, could be fun.

Sydney:
That's what you say every time you show up on my doorstep. The next thing you know I'm jumping over canals in three-inch heels while napalm explodes around me.

Marcus Dixon:
Yes, that's how I define "fun".

Sydney Bristow:
[to Peyton] Now, I'm well aware that you're tough, that you've been conditioned to withstand torture. But I have something you don't have. [pauses] I have your former best friend.

Rachel Gibson:
And I know what you're afraid of.

Sydney Bristow:
You can't even stand up straight, how do you expect to confront mom?

Agent Jack Bristow:
I'm not coming with you.

Michael Vaughn:
Give me the override codes!

Julian Sark:
I don't have the codes, I swear. [Vaughn shots Sark in the leg] You shot me.

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah, and I'll keep shooting you until you either give me the codes or bleed to death; you're choice.

Julian Sark:
You know, I didn't want any of this, mass extermination isn't exactly my passion, Michael. I'm a business man, you know, I simply want to come out on the winning end. [Vaughn c*cks the gun] I'll give you the codes, but you have to let me go after I do.

Michael Vaughn:
No; codes first, then we negotiate.

Sydney Bristow:
You've been paying my tuition; I thought I should at least help out.

Agent Jack Bristow:
What did you do you, rob a bank?

Sydney Bristow:
Sort of, I got a job at a bank. It's just part time, for now at least. It's umm, a French bank. It's called Credit Dauphine. They have a very international clientele.

Agent Jack Bristow:
Credit Dauphine?

Sydney Bristow:
Yeah, they have twelve branches around the world.

Agent Jack Bristow:
You're already working there?

Sydney Bristow:
About a month. I wanted to make sure it would work out before I told you.

Agent Jack Bristow:
A month, good, it's not too late to quit.

Will:
[to Suit and Glasses] One in five, you little b*tch! ONE IN FIVE!

Jack Bristow:
Khasinau knew about the safehouse. He must have someone on the inside.

Sydney:
I know.

Jack Bristow:
As long as there's a mole at the CIA, you can't tell Vaughn a thing. Not that you've been contacted, or that you and I have spoken.

Marcus Dixon:
Marshall, can you remember back to the Aconcagua operation? Sydney's code name?

Marshall Flinkman:
Miss Bristow? It was, uh, Bluebird.

Marcus Dixon:
Bluebird. So it wasn't Freelancer?

Marshall Flinkman:
Freelancer? No, no, it was Bluebird. Definitely.

Michael Vaughn:
What I said was I feel I have an understanding of Sydney Bristow and that she doesn't just accept problems, she tries to fix them.

C.I.A. Agent Steven Haladki:
And that perhaps Ms. Bristow and her father are trying to secure release of Mr. Tippin on their own?

Marcus Dixon:
How am I supposed to know what you believe when you've been lying to me? I'm your partner!

Sydney:
Just think about this for a minute. Just think about everything we've been through. Just think about who I am. Now, what I am going to ask you to do is just accept the fact that I cannot tell you what this is about. What I am doing is classified but Dixon... I swear to you that I am not betraying this country. I could never do that. You know that!

Marcus Dixon:
I don't need rhetoric, Sydney. Right now, I need a reason not to report you to security section.

Dr. Zhang Lee:
[after whirling a drill in Will's mouth] You had a cavity.

Abigail:
It's been six days. Will warned me something might happen. He didn't even turn up to his own awards dinner. Called his friends, they haven't heard from him either. Are you going to publish his story?

June Litvack:
Yeah. In the "A" section. I have to tell Deitrick that this is coming in. Call Orsay in graphics, get a photo of Will.

Sydney:
Hi. How did you find me?

Michael Vaughn:
You told me a couple of months ago that when you feel the need to disappear, you go to the observatory. But the observatory was closed. And then I remembered you said the pier calms you down. But you weren't there. And you weren't at the bluffs and the palisades, either.

Sydney:
You didn't really go to all those places.

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah, I did. And then I remembered you liked the train station, too. Normal people going to their normal jobs.

Sydney:
I can't believe you remember that.

Julian Sark:
Are you comfortable? Do you feel comfortable trading priceless documents for a low-grade reporter?

Jack Bristow:
You should read Tippin's stuff. It's not so bad.

Sydney:
Wait. I have questions for you.

Alexander Khasinau:
You can ask my boss.

Sydney:
Your boss? I thought The Man was the boss.

Alexander Khasinau:
Yes. Yes, but I am not The Man.

Irina 'The Man' Derevko:
[a woman enters and stands in front of Sydney] I have waited almost thirty years for this.

Sydney:
Mom?

Sydney:
I know that you have Questions, and... uhh... I... Look I would like to answer them, but I can't. I am so afraid that you know anything about me at all.

Will:
I only went after this story because of Danny. You didn't have any answers as to who killed the man that you loved, and I just couldn't stand that. It broke my heart. I wanted to help. But you got to know this - I'm not going to ask you a thing. I am not going to ask anyone anything. You never have to worry about that.

Sydney:
You promise me, because Danny just left a message on the machine...

Will:
Syd, I promise you. Never. I was thinking on the flight back what your life's like, what you have to go through, what you had to keep from your friends, how hard that must be. Syd... I don't love you because of what you do or what you don't do. I just love you.

Sydney:
Thank you.

Will:
Thank you! You saved my life.

Michael Vaughn:
What I learned is that it was a hoax. My father was killed by Irina Derevko in 1979. But someone was trying to make me believe otherwise.

Jack Bristow:
Any idea who may have perpetrated this elaborate conspiracy?

Michael Vaughn:
Arvin Sloane...

Sydney Bristow:
One of his colleagues confessed.

Jack Bristow:
What possible motive would he have...

Michael Vaughn:
To force me into stealing something they wanted. I mean come on Jack; do I really have to explain to you what this is about? Sloane hasn't reformed... he's still after the same things.

Sydney Bristow:
There's more dad; Vaughn wasn't the only person deceived by Sloane. The contract, the hit that was put on my life, I've seen the bank records. The payments paid to the assassin, wasn't mom. It was Sloane, he was behind it, he wanted you to kill her. [They all pause and look at each other] I'm sorry dad. We should notify the agency, Chase...

Jack Bristow:
No; I'll handle everything.

Arvin Sloane:
What's this about Jack? [Jack grabs Sloane and slams him against the wall]

Jack Bristow:
You can't imagine what it felt like looking into the face of a woman that I once shared a life with and with a single bullet, ending that life. I ran through every scenario... Why, what was the purpose of having me believe that the only way to save my daughter's life; was to kill her mother. And then it occurred to me, why you would go to such lengths, it was for Sydney. You imagined you could drive a wedge between me and my daughter.

Arvin Sloane:
I didn't, I had nothing to do with Irina's death. [Jack pulls out a gun and holds it to Sloane's head]

Jack Bristow:
One good reason, why I shouldn't do to you what I did to my wife?

Arvin Sloane:
As you are aware, someone has been actively perpetrating crime in my name. Objective is simple, find the man. Apprehend him.

Michael Vaughn:
Assuming he exists at all.

Jack Bristow:
That's the assumption we're working with.

Arvin Sloane:
Our best lead, so far, is Roberts. Where are we with him?

Marcus Dixon:
Roberts has been interrogated, his knowledge of the organization he's working for is extremely limited.

Sydney Bristow:
Well, we can still use him, he knows their contact protocol. We give Roberts the coil, put him into play. He makes an exchange, we track the coil back to Arvin Clone. [Sloane looks at her puzzled] Sorry, that's what we've been calling him.

Eric Weiss:
Yeah also Marvin Sloane, [laughing in the room] Rolling Sloane's...

Marshall Flinkman:
But obviously equally disrespectful...

Michael Vaughn:
Roberts, the man you are about to see is your former employer, Arvin Sloane. All we need you to do is make a positive ID. [Vaughn sits Roberts in a chair and has him look through a window at the real Arvin Sloane] Well...

Roberts:
Huh...

Michael Vaughn:
What does that mean?

Roberts:
That dude is him, sort... Sort of

Jack Bristow:
Is it him or not?

Roberts:
I mean, yeah, it's him, then it's not. You know what I'm sayin'?

Sydney Bristow:
It's not him...

Roberts:
But almost him. But it's wild, it's like they don't even look that much alike. But... I don't know; this is freaky man. If you're asking me, both of them give me the creeps.

Yuri Komorov:
[opens a suitcase] What is inside can be used for good... or evil.

Sydney Bristow:
Me too.

CIA Director Hayden Chase:
[to Sydney] Even for you, Agent Bristow, your arrogance today is appalling!

CIA Director Hayden Chase:
I'm recommending to the board that you be stripped of classified clearance and assigned to the Dispatch Office at Langley.

Sydney Bristow:
You're transferring me... to the mail room?

Sydney Bristow:
If this is your... decision, Director Chase... I will no longer burden this agency with the hazard of my participation.

CIA Director Hayden Chase:
Are you opting to terminate your association with the CIA?

Sydney Bristow:
I will say it in English for you: I quit.

Eric Weiss:
[Vaughn is beating a punching bag, obviously angry] The bag is dead, I think you can stop now.

Vaughn:
Thanks for coming.

Eric Weiss:
Thanks for sweating.

Vaughn:
Well, you kill your wife after learning she's a vicious, homicidal, double agent, and see how rational you are.

Vaughn:
I'm leaving.

Eric Weiss:
Leaving what... the Agency? Is this because of Sydney?

Vaughn:
No, it's not because of Sydney; it's because last year sucked.

Sydney Bristow:
When I was approached about joining a black-ops unit within the CIA, I thought I was doing the right thing. And while I appreciate the necessary protocol in assembling a new team, Arvin Sloane is not...

CIA Director Hayden Chase:
[cutting her off] I understand you used to work for Sloane.

Sydney Bristow:
Yeah, a criminal psychopath beyond verbal descripition...

CIA Director Hayden Chase:
I know all about Sloane.

Sydney Bristow:
Then allow me to ask the most obvious question in the history of time: How can the CIA let that man, who ran what amounts to a terrorist cell within the borders of this country, run anything?

CIA Director Hayden Chase:
But we can use him now: His contacts, his expertise, and he will be closely monitored.

Sydney Bristow:
I pity the man with that job. [Chase just looks pointedly at Sydney]

Sydney Bristow:
[realization dawns on her] Wait a minute...

CIA Director Hayden Chase:
With you here... Vaughn, Dixon, and your father, there's a built-in system of checks and balances. If Sloane missteps... you'll catch him. Now, that's it. This is your assignment.

Arvin Sloane:
Quite frankly I was surprised by their call too, until I understood what it is they want: their own SD-6.

Arvin Sloane:
You'll need to get him to open the case for you.

Sydney Bristow:
Do you have any suggestions?

Arvin Sloane:
I assume you'll come up with something interesting.

Sydney Bristow:
[to Dixon] One thing makes up for all of this... having you as my partner again.

Sydney Bristow:
I don't want that, to jump right back in where we were, before everything. To pretend like those years didn't happen.

Vaughn:
That would be nice, wouldn't it.

Sydney Bristow:
But they did.

Kazu Tamazaki:
You look familiar.

Vaughn:
Sometimes people tell me I look like hockey player, Alexei Kovalev.

Kazu Tamazaki:
Nah... that's not it.

Vaughn:
You want to tell me what happened in Wittenburg?

Sydney Bristow:
No, actually, I don't.

Arvin Sloane:
[about Nadia] I knew she would be of great value here... but she chose to leave intelligence... to drop out.

Sydney Bristow:
You sure she really left? Fake-quitting seems to be all the rage.

Arvin Sloane:
[about Nadia] Because I see in her something I once saw in you: the need to work for what's right. And because you know what it is to put aside personal issues, and that... that's a gift.

Sydney Bristow:
It's not a gift. What it's been is a necessity, and it's become a burden, and, quite frankly, something I've run out of patience for.

Arvin Sloane:
I'm sending you, Sydney. I'll give you the details in my office.

Sydney Bristow:
Lucky me.

Eric Weiss:
You alright?

Vaughn:
Yeah, I think that a full month of Psych evaluations; more than enough.

Eric Weiss:
Really; for you? I don't know. It was a little overkill though. Come on, burning your house down...

Vaughn:
It wasn't a happy home.

Eric Weiss:
But still *fire*...

Vaughn:
Yeah, well you kill your wife after learning she's a vicious homicidal double agent and see how rational you are.

Eric Weiss:
I just want you to know that I'm there for you, whatever you need. You know if you need to stay with me for a while, cause your house is... ashes.

CIA Director Hayden Chase:
I know you spoke of being hungry, looking for a fresh start.

Sydney Bristow:
It was nothing, my father, Vaughn, irrelevant personal stuff. I want to serve my country the best I can.

CIA Director Hayden Chase:
Well this assignment will be a challenge for you. More than you were lead to believe. [Director Chase opens a set of doors and motions for Sydney to follow. She walks in and sees Dixon, Jack, and Vaughn] The four of you chosen, handpicked to help run this team.

Sydney Bristow:
The four of us? Handpicked by whom? [Sydney turns around to see Sloane]

Arvin Sloane:
This is exciting!

Vaughn:
[Jack has just asked Vaughn to relay a message to Sydney] No, I'm not going to be a conduit to your daughter. I've tried that before; you can imagine how well that went over. And no she didn't say anything, if that's what you're asking. So... She hasn't said a word about anything that happened between the of you; which gives me an idea of what that is. And Jack, I hope for Sydney's sake, that I'm wrong.

Vaughn:
[Sydney opens her front door to find Vaughn] Sorry to drop by.

Sydney Bristow:
It's ok.

Vaughn:
I miss you I wanted to say that I missed you.

Sydney Bristow:
I've been thinking, obviously... about what we...

Vaughn:
What you're afraid to...

Sydney Bristow:
I'm not afraid... I... a... but I...

Vaughn:
You don't return my calls.

Sydney Bristow:
That's 'cause I could feel what was happening. [They both pause]

Vaughn:
Can I come in?

Sydney Bristow:
If you come in, we both know what's gonna happen. I don't want that; to jump right back in where we were, before everything, to pretend that those years didn't happen.

Vaughn:
Well that would be nice, wouldn't it?

Sydney Bristow:
But they did, we need to take it slow, Vaughn.

Vaughn:
Yeah, you're probably right...

Jack Bristow:
What you need to do is find a way to accept what's happened. If you can deal with Arvin Sloane...

Sydney Bristow:
I love that you knew that. That you approved it.

Jack Bristow:
It may be hard for you to accept that your father doesn't have the authority to...

Sydney Bristow:
No, what's hard to accept are the decisions you do make. What's hard is looking at you. Walking past you. Smelling that sickening cologne. And what's hard is being your daughter and not being able to separate myself as far as I may get from the person I despise the most.

Marshall Flinkman:
The only guy we have left is Sark and that's only because he's in custody. I hate that guy, I mean, really, kinda scares... although I did go visit him... twice... just to see a familiar face. We had eggs.

Eric Weiss:
Don't do that.

Marshall Flinkman:
[to Dixon] How cool is this? Stealing a sword so we can fight a bad guy, you know, in order to catch an even bigger bad guy, come on come on you would have never let us do this back in the CIA, you know, when you were double breasted serious robot Dixon, you...I mean, not that you...you were just...authoritative...I'm sorry.

Marshall Flinkman:
[to Sydney] Okay, Phoenix, you are hot... and I mean that in many ways.

Jack Bristow:
Sydney, get in. Get in now... you can be stubborn later.

Arvin Sloane:
You didn't tell her, did you? The truth?

Jack Bristow:
I told her that I was responsible for the death of her mother.

Arvin Sloane:
Did you tell her everything?

Jack Bristow:
She's better off not knowing everything.

Jack Bristow:
I'll make you a deal; you cooperate with us... That's it.

Large Russian:
You don't frighten me.

Jack Bristow:
Then, clearly you're an idiot.

Jack Bristow:
[Jack and Sydney sit in total silence waiting for a contact] This is the best conversation we've had in weeks.

Sydney Bristow:
I'm going in. Alone.

Jack Bristow:
[on comms] I assume you all heard that...?

Jack Bristow:
If she were apprised of the situation, she might help.

Michael Vaughn:
I'll make her help; where is she?

Kazu Tamazaki:
Before you leave this room, you will tell me why.

Sydney Bristow:
I might. I'm relatively open-minded.

Kazu Tamazaki:
Have you eaten breakfast?

Sydney Bristow:
Why? You want to grab something?

Kazu Tamazaki:
You wouldn't be here if you didn't know about the contract.

Sydney Bristow:
What contract?

Kazu Tamazaki:
The contract that I had on your life.

Kazu Tamazaki:
The day before the job, my client was killed. Most unfortunate. For me.

Sydney Bristow:
You were hired to kill me? Who hired you?

Kazu Tamazaki:
Sydney... Assassin/Client privilege.

Sydney Bristow:
I don't know anything about this.

Kazu Tamazaki:
Somehow... I believe you. I guess this was just one of those coincidences.

Sydney Bristow:
Guess I can just sell you the sword and go home.

Kazu Tamazaki:
I'll just take the sword. How's that?

Eric Weiss:
[Sydney and Weiss are at Sydney's house] I just... I just don't see it, you're working in a bank? What kind of a job is that? Cashing checks, making change, "excuse me, next in line please".

Sydney Bristow:
I'm a loans officer, I travel, service accounts.

Eric Weiss:
Wait a minute, that cover job you had for SD-6?

Sydney Bristow:
I happen to be good at it.

Eric Weiss:
Great! That's stimulating stuff, watching over someone else's money, Syd come on seriously since you left the spy business you're a bore!

Sydney Bristow:
It's an adjustment it's all... are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?

Eric Weiss:
I'd love to, but I've got to go save the world, see you.

Sydney Bristow:
Bye. [Weiss goes to the door and opens it, Nadia is standing there]

Eric Weiss:
Hello.

Nadia Santos:
Hi.

Eric Weiss:
I'm Eric Weiss, 38, single...

Nadia Santos:
Nadia.

Eric Weiss:
How are you?

Nadia Santos:
Good [turns to Sydney] Is this a bad time?

Sydney Bristow:
Not at all Nadia, this is Eric he was just leaving.

Eric Weiss:
No, I can stay... [Sydney waves Weiss good bye] or go, nice to meet you.

Nadia Santos:
I was hoping we could talk about our mother.

Sydney Bristow:
Did you bring your passport?

Nadia Santos:
And you have no idea who was responsible? Who killed her?

Sydney Bristow:
[after a pause] No.

Nadia Santos:
I swear... somehow I will find out who did this to our mother, and I will kill him.

Marshall Flinkman:
Syd...Sloane is here.

Sydney Bristow:
We know.

Marshall Flinkman:
OK. [hugs Sydney] We're back.

Jack Bristow:
You went to see Nadia. Did you tell her what you know?

Sydney Bristow:
I guess I thought that maybe you'd come here, I don't know to give me something. Information... Something that would help make sense of what I was afraid you'd become, but there's nothing you could say. Of course you were only looking out for yourself. [pauses] Is that what you think of me as an operative? That I would reveal your secret to that poor girl? [Vaughn walks in the door] I didn't tell Nadia a thing.

Michael Vaughn:
What's going on?

Sydney Bristow:
It was Lauren who told me.

Michael Vaughn:
What?

Sydney Bristow:
Told me where to look. Safety deposit box in Wittenberg. [Vaughn moves to the bed to sit next to Sydney] How she knew, I don't know. I wasn't even going to go, I had no reason to believe anything that woman said. But the curiosity was just too strong. [She pauses] I got there. Inside the box, there was a file. Classified; highest level. My heart was pounding, like I knew somehow before I knew.

Michael Vaughn:
What was it?

Sydney Bristow:
Evidence. Evidence that my mother had been a security risk; which wasn't really news. It mentioned her history with the KGB... Everything we knew. Then there was a page, an official request made by my father asking for the authority to execute Irina Derevko. A request that was granted; and he did it. [Sydney stops attempting not to cry] He killed her. [Vaughn takes Sydney's shoulder and brings her into his lap] He killed my mother... He did it Vaughn... He killed her... He killed my mother...

Sydney Bristow:
Who hired you? Who put a contract on my life? Who hired you?

Kazu Tamazaki:
Derevko; Irina Derevko. [Tamazaki dies]

Eric Weiss:
Fine, you know what we've managed harder, come on, there's gotta be a way. [sighs] What would Jack do in this situation? Jack is the king of this sort of thing.

Marshall Flinkman:
Well, first he'd probably glower a bit, right? And then he'd, I don't know, probably blackmail or torture somebody, Right? [pauses] You're a genius! [Gets out of his chair] You Eric Weiss are a genius. [They move into Sloane's office]

Eric Weiss:
I thought Sloane turned the Blackwell index over to Langley?

Marshall Flinkman:
He didn't, it's complicated.

Eric Weiss:
Yeah, not really. Sloane's evil, why wouldn't he hold onto blackmail material on world leaders?

Irina Derevko:
Look [Jack and Irina turn around to see a red horse] Rambaldi wrote, when blood red horses roam the streets and angels fall from the sky, the chosen one and the passenger will clash and only one of them will survive.

Jack Bristow:
You really are through the looking glass aren't you? When I see angels fall from the sky, I'll start to worry.

Irina Derevko:
I just can't shake the feeling that tonight, one of my daughters will parish.

Irina Derevko:
You shouldn't wait.

Michael Vaughn:
For what?

Irina Derevko:
I saw the ring.

Michael Vaughn:
You know what, you killed my father, the way I see it, I don't need to ask for your blessings.

Irina Derevko:
Despite that, you may have them; along with some advice.

Michael Vaughn:
[Vaughn laughs a little] Marital advice from you, wonderful, like what, don't betray your spouse.

Irina Derevko:
Yeah, that would be one of them. But even between a husband and a wife, some secrets are acceptable. However your activities are not.

Michael Vaughn:
What are you talking about?

Irina Derevko:
You're not as covert as you'd like to think. Consider my life an object lesson. You don't want to end up like Jack and me, tell Sydney the truth.

Sydney Bristow:
You still feeling it too?

Nadia Santos:
Like something awful is gonna to happen...

Sydney Bristow:
I know... [pauses] Vaughn asked me to marry him.

Nadia Santos:
Sydney, that's amazing!

Sydney Bristow:
I'm sure there are plenty of brides that want to kill their maid of honor. I'm not one of them.

Nadia Santos:
Okay.

Marshall Flinkman:
[Weiss is attempting to speak Russian with Minister Karkov on the phone. Karkov just told him that his Russian is terrible. Marshall gets upset and talks at the phone, whispering] Whatever, I wrote this program in five minutes, you perv!

Eric Weiss:
Okay, I'm going to make this real simple for you. We need your Milsat access codes. You either give it to us now or every major news organization will get the tuba photos by morning.

Minister Karkov:
A; I don't know what you're talking about. B; I'm running a trace on this call.

Eric Weiss:
Great, you know what; I look forward to meeting you. Hey, while I've got you on the line, let me ask you, what's the significance of the green balloons? [There is a long pause, Weiss and Marshall look hopeful]

Minister Karkov:
Alpha, 572811, Mike. Now let me be clear, if those photos ever...

Eric Weiss:
Oh sure thing Minister, or should I call you a Cowboy? [Cowboy is said with a Russian accent]

Nadia Santos:
[Nadia is tied to a chair in Elena's bunker] The only reason that you want me on your side is because you believe that I'm the one to stop Sydney Bristow. But she's my sister. You're nothing to me.

Elena Derevko:
I'm sorry you feel that way. [Elena goes over to a work station and gets a syringe and fills it]

Nadia Santos:
What's that?

Elena Derevko:
Don't worry darling, it's only tap water.

Nadia Santos:
I will never betray my sister.

Elena Derevko:
Oh we'll see. [Elena injects Nadia in the back of her neck. Nadia starts screaming]

Michael Vaughn:
[Sydney is heading to the roof to disable the device, walking away from everyone. Vaughn runs after her] Syd...

Sydney Bristow:
Did I forget something?

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah... Me. I'm coming with you.

Sydney Bristow:
Did my dad change the plans?

Michael Vaughn:
No... I did. I'm joining you on the roof.

Sydney Bristow:
It's a one person job, my mom will relay up the wiring instructions, I can disarm the device myself.

Michael Vaughn:
Look I know you can, but you can't outrun the wall of water that thing's going to turn into.

Sydney Bristow:
How are you going to help me?

Michael Vaughn:
We'll figure something out. You'll run faster if I'm chasing you.

Sydney Bristow:
I'll be fine. And they need you in the bunker.

Michael Vaughn:
Syd...

Sydney Bristow:
If they don't get Elena... [pauses] Don't say it... [pauses] I'll see you in a few minutes.

Michael Vaughn:
[Nodding his head] Okay...

Sydney Bristow:
[She turns to head up to the roof and then turns around back to Vaughn] Just in case... Yes...

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah...

Sydney Bristow:
Yeah, I wanna marry you... [They kiss passionately, he opens the ring box, Sydney takes the ring and puts it on] It's perfect. So are you! [She begins to cry, and they kiss passionately again]

Michael Vaughn:
Go...

Sydney Bristow:
I'll see you...

Michael Vaughn:
I know...

Irina Derevko:
[to Elena] Hello sis. [Walks closer to her] Ever since you were eleven, there's something I wanted to do. [Irina knocks Elena over with her gun] Now! [Sloane picks up Elena and ties her to a chair]

Michael Vaughn:
[Vaughn shoots out a control panel] The relay's blown, check the signal strength.

Irina Derevko:
No good Vaughn, the signal's still broadcasting.

Elena Derevko:
I've planned this for five years. Don't you think I've accounted for every possibility?

Irina Derevko:
Vaughn; Is Sloane with you?

Michael Vaughn:
No; he's not with you?

Irina Derevko:
Get to the roof right now.

Michael Vaughn:
On my way.

Irina Derevko:
I'll give you one chance to do the right thing. Not that you were ever any good at that. Which wire?

Elena Derevko:
It's useless... In a few minutes when this signal broadcasts, the whole world will be different. However you plan on torturing me I'll hold out, at least for that long.

Irina Derevko:
I'm not going to torture you; I'm going to let him do it. [She nods towards Jack] And he really doesn't care for you. Especially after you tricked him into killing me, one thing you should know about Jack, he hates being anybody's puppet.

Jack Bristow:
I'm actually hoping you don't tell us what we need to know. [He is filling up syringes at a workstation] There's a 50/50 chance Sydney cuts the right wire. I'm willing to take those odds if it means I get to stand here and watch you turn into an animal.

Jack Bristow:
It's been a rather interesting year for me. It's made me reevaluate certain parts of my life. I'm trying to have more fun these days.

Elena Derevko:
[Jack pushes needle into Elena's neck] Waaiiit... How do I know you won't inject me anyway?

Jack Bristow:
You don't...

Elena Derevko:
White, tell her to cut the white wire. [Irina shots Elena in the head]

Irina Derevko:
Sydney; cut the blue wire, and then run like hell, you have 15 seconds before the ball bursts.

Arvin Sloane:
[Nadia sneaks up behind Sydney and starts choking her with a chain. Sloane shoots Nadia which releases Sydney] I had no choice...

Michael Vaughn:
[Vaughn opens the door to the roof] Sydney, we gotta go. [He runs to Sydney who is bent over Nadia]

Sydney Bristow:
Get her into the elevator. [Sloane and Vaughn pick up Nadia]

Michael Vaughn:
She's still breathing. [Vaughn is at the elevator with Nadia in his arms] Sydney, let's go. [Sydney cuts the blue wire and runs to the elevator]

Arvin Sloane:
[Over Nadia in the elevator] She's bleeding out.

Michael Vaughn:
Put some pressure on her. [We see the ball burst and start falling on the building]

Sydney Bristow:
The device is coming apart. [Sloane, Sydney and Vaughn carrying Nadia race towards the bunker door. They get there just in time and shut the door]

Sydney Bristow:
I've arranged for you to see Nadia...

Arvin Sloane:
Sydney...

Sydney Bristow:
I didn't think I would ever say this. But I believe you were trying to do the right thing.

Arvin Sloane:
Thank you.

Sydney Bristow:
Have I told you that I love you?

Michael Vaughn:
[Nods his head] yeah, go ahead, tell me again.

Sydney Bristow:
I love you!

Michael Vaughn:
[sighs] I love you too.

Sydney Bristow:
I know, say it again.

Michael Vaughn:
I love you Syd. That's why I need to tell you something. Just so there's no secrets between us.

Sydney Bristow:
Okay, whatever it is I can handle it, just don't tell me you're a bad guy. [Vaughn goes silent and looks at Sydney] You're not a bad guy are you?

Michael Vaughn:
I guess that depends who you ask.

Sydney Bristow:
Vaughn?

Michael Vaughn:
It's from a long time ago. It's before we met, actually, it's the reason we met. It's no accident that I was the one you came to when you came to the CIA with your story about SD-6.

Sydney Bristow:
Wait, I don't understand, Vaughn... What are you telling me?

Michael Vaughn:
Well for starters, my name isn't Michael Vaughn... [There is a pause, before Sydney can respond another car slams into them]

Irina:
Sydney, you may not see me at your wedding. But I will see you.

Eric Weiss:
Are we close?

Marshall Flinkman:
Listen, that's not really a helpful question right now. Okay?

Eric Weiss:
Ahh, you know what, don't blame yourself; this satellite network was designed to withstand World War III. [He takes out his earpiece and sighs] So I just got off the phone with my buddy at the secret service. They've initiated the continuity of government protocol. The President, his cabinet, their family members being evacuated to underground command centers. I don't know, somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm kidding myself, but I thought maybe I'd be on the list.

Marshall Flinkman:
Yeah, it's kinda like high school again, the cool kids are having a party and I'm not invited.

Eric Weiss:
Alright, there's still time left, let's not give up on them yet.

Marshall Flinkman:
[Picks up his phone and call his wife] Hey honey, hi, uhh, no I don't have a lot of time, I just... I just wanted to tell you I love you, I don't get to tell you that often enough... [Looks up at Weiss] No I'm haven't been drinking. I'm just going to be home early tonight, okay, bye.

Sydney Bristow:
[She is on the roof and Nadia approaches her] Nadia! [Sydney realizes that Nadia has been infected] Nadia, it's me. It's Sydney. I don't want to hurt you.

Jack Bristow:
[Over the coms] Sydney, what's happening?

Sydney Bristow:
It's Nadia, she's guarding the device. She's infected.

Arvin Sloane:
[to Elena] This is all you're doing.

Jack Bristow:
You have to take her out.

Sydney Bristow:
No dad... She's my sister.

Irina Derevko:
Listen to me; she's not your sister anymore.

Jack Bristow:
The chopper should be here any minute.

Irina Derevko:
We both know how this is supposed to play out. You bring me back to the states; turn me over to your superiors.

Jack Bristow:
On foot, you could reach the border by daybreak.

Irina Derevko:
What about the agency? What would you tell them?

Jack Bristow:
Oh I think they know, no one can hold on to Irina Derevko for too long. [Irina smiles at Jack then kisses him. She walks over to Sydney]

Irina Derevko:
Take care of your sister.

Sydney Bristow:
I will.

Irina Derevko:
Three years ago, when I told you were the chosen one, that only you could take down the greatest evil, I knew your mind must have been overwhelmed with confusion. But tonight you should recognize that you've done just that. Ohhh; I'm so proud of you.

Sydney Bristow:
Thank you.

Irina Derevko:
Sydney, you may not see me on your wedding day, but I'll see you. [Irina runs off]

Sydney Bristow:
[Sydney and Vaughn are in the car driving to Santa Barbara, they are very happy] I had a thought...

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah...

Sydney Bristow:
What if we just blow off the big wedding thing? What if we just do it on the beach?

Michael Vaughn:
The beach...

Sydney Bristow:
What do you think?

Michael Vaughn:
I like it. Barefoot on the beach, you'd look sexy as hell. But wait, what about your dad? He doesn't look like the kind of guy who likes to have sand between his toes.

Sydney Bristow:
That's true, so we won't invite him

Michael Vaughn:
Your father?

Sydney Bristow:
What if we don't invite anyone, we just elope?

Michael Vaughn:
Are you serious?

Sydney Bristow:
I would love it.

Michael Vaughn:
Alright, then we'll elope.

Arvin Sloane:
Sydney, whatever grief my apparent death might have caused you, I only wish I could have spared you the pain.

Sydney Bristow:
When I heard you were dead, any grief I felt was over the possibility of never knowing my sister. I did not grieve for you.

Arvin Sloane:
[to Sydney and Jack] All I want to do is protect my child.

Brill:
I told you that I worked with your father. But what I didn't tell you is I was with him on his final mission.

Michael Vaughn:
I know how my father died.

Brill:
You don't have a clue.

Brill:
He was a follower of Rambaldi.

Michael Vaughn:
That's impossible.

Brill:
He died protecting the little girl. The followers knew she was the Passenger. He broke her out of KGB custody, but he didn't trust the CIA either, so he took her somewhere where she would be safe, with other followers.

Michael Vaughn:
Why did you come to me?

Brill:
Because it's what he would want me to do.

Jack Bristow:
Sydney, there's something you should know. When I first learned of Sloane's affair with your mother, I was forced to consider the possibility that I wasn't in fact your biological father.

Sydney Bristow:
You don't even...

Jack Bristow:
It's not the case. I had our medical files examined. Our relationship is clear. But I wanted you to know, during that brief time before I was reassured my feelings for you never changed.

Julian Sark:
[to Vaughn] But there are three things that you should understand. The first involves this item I hold in my hands. It's capable of delivering up to 500,000 volts... not enough to kill you, just enough to let you wish it would. The second is I believe Mr. Brill disclosed the location of the Passenger, which means I won't stop until you tell me. And third, Mr. Vaughn, is that I'm going to enjoy this far more than I should.

Julian Sark:
I'll ask you again: where is the Passenger?

Michael Vaughn:
Holding that thing... you almost look like you've reached puberty.

Sydney Bristow:
[to Jack] After mom died, I used to have these daydreams. I would imagine her leading my girl scout troop or taking me shopping for new school clothes. I thought if only she'd lived, she would have been my best friend. When I learned the truth about her, and saw Irina for who she truly was, I was devastated. I won't make the same mistake twice.

Michael Vaughn:
[Sydney walks into Vaughn's hospital room. He shows the scars of being tortured] Sydney; are you all right?

Sydney Bristow:
I'm fine.

Michael Vaughn:
[He breathes a sigh of relief] The passenger; did you find her?

Sydney Bristow:
Yes, but she's gone, she's missing.

Michael Vaughn:
You can't go after her.

Sydney Bristow:
What?

Michael Vaughn:
Your sister... you have to let her go.

Sydney Bristow:
You're tired. I should let you sleep.

Michael Vaughn:
No. My father was killed because he took her from the KGB. He hid her from your mother. That's why she murdered him... I met someone who told me the prophecy. "The Passenger and the Chosen One shall battle; neither will survive." Sydney, you can't see her again.

Lauren Reed:
Michael, what are you doing? [Vaughn looks at her phone] Sometimes I hate my job. Baby, what's going on?

Michael Vaughn:
You know how doctors always make you wait?

Lauren Reed:
What?

Michael Vaughn:
When you go in for an appointment. My dad hated that. He used to say he'd always kept his appointments, and everyone else should do the same.

Lauren Reed:
You okay?

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah. I just... I was looking for my house keys and I found this. [shows her the watch]

Lauren Reed:
Why? Were you looking for your house keys?

Michael Vaughn:
I couldn't sleep. I thought I'd go for a jog.

Lauren Reed:
What time is it?

Michael Vaughn:
I dunno. It's broken.

Lauren Reed:
Are you sure you're all right?

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah, I'm fine. [they kiss] I'll see you later.

Eric Weiss:
[Sydney, Vaughn and Weiss are seeing a picture of Marshall's baby] Will he ever open his eyes?

Marshall Flinkman:
Babies sleep, Weiss, that's what they do, you know, except when they're screaming. Last night, from midnight to six.

Sydney Bristow:
He's gorgeous, Marshall.

Marshall Flinkman:
Thanks.

Sydney Bristow:
Isn't he beautiful?

Michael Vaughn:
He has my nose.

Eric Weiss:
How are you doing?

Michael Vaughn:
Fine.

Eric Weiss:
Hey, guess what? It's me. Come on, how're you doing?

Michael Vaughn:
I'm hanging in there.

Eric Weiss:
How's Lauren about it?

Michael Vaughn:
She didn't remember.

Eric Weiss:
And, you didn't say anything?

Michael Vaughn:
No. I mean, she's got a lot on her mind.

Eric Weiss:
Yeah, that's probably it.

Dr. Judy Barnett:
Excuse me?

Arvin Sloane:
I'm suggesting that we talk over dinner. You know, in vino veritas?

Sydney Bristow:
[in disguise as an astronomer] Our radio telescopes inspect the cosmos looking to detect artificially generated signals, basically anything below three hundred hertz. Don't worry, the alien invasion is still a few months away.

Sydney Bristow:
Is something wrong?

Michael Vaughn:
No. I'm just getting old, I guess.

Sydney Bristow:
You expect me to believe that?

Michael Vaughn:
I've just had a lot on my mind lately, that's all. It'll pass.

Sydney Bristow:
Yesterday was the day, wasn't it? The anniversary of your father's death?

Michael Vaughn:
How could you remember that?

Sydney Bristow:
I remember what missing him does to you.

Dr. Judy Barnett:
It's hard to believe that you threw away something that you would normally consider holy.

Arvin Sloane:
Are you calling me a liar?

Lauren Reed:
This better be good.

Julian Sark:
And a good morning to you, too.

Lauren Reed:
You paged me on my NSC cell phone. You know that they track all incoming numbers.

Julian Sark:
This cell phone's been cloned, so you have nothing to worry about. We've just learned that a freelance munitions expert has created a cutting edge technology, one that he's since sold to one of our rivals. We need you to filter back any CIA intel that might help us get a lock on it.

Lauren Reed:
You called me to remind me to do my job?

Julian Sark:
Darling, it's not like that.

Lauren Reed:
[sarcastically] Yeah.

Sydney Bristow:
[to Lauren] Vaughn and I have a history, a complicated one - I can't deny that, but I won't apologize for it either. If your marriage is in trouble, if you and Vaughn are having problems, I suggest you leave me out of it and take it up with your husband.

Lauren Reed:
Are you ready for our first job as senior management?

Julian Sark:
You're so ambitious, I love it.

Lauren Reed:
The job's in Vancouver. Requires a breach of a data storage facility.

Julian Sark:
Really? What's the prize?

Lauren Reed:
A plasma charge. Next generation destructive power.

Julian Sark:
I thought those were just theoretical.

Lauren Reed:
Apparently not in Vancouver.

Julian Sark:
All right. I'll meet you there in four hours.

Lauren Reed:
Three. We have to be first in line. The CIA's sending agents.

Julian Sark:
Who?

Lauren Reed:
One guess.

Julian Sark:
Sweetheart, this should be fun.

Lauren Reed:
I'll see you in Vancouver. Don't be late or call me sweetheart.

Julian Sark:
Ambitious and domineering. Fantastic.

Julian Sark:
It looks like another black mark on your husband's record. How's it feel to systematically ruin a man from the inside out?

Lauren Reed:
It wouldn't be the first time.

Lauren Reed:
[Sydney and Vaughn are following to Lauren and Sark] They're right behind us.

Julian Sark:
Yes, thank you. I can see that.

Lauren Reed:
Stop the car!

Julian Sark:
What are you talking about?

Lauren Reed:
Stop the car, now. Pull in here. [they begin to make out]

Julian Sark:
Sark: Tell me, did they spot us?

Lauren Reed:
No, I don't think so. According to the transport order, the ship docks in 16 hours. We should get going.

Julian Sark:
You should know that you are amazing. Before, I mean. Typically, this is where you return the compliment. [Lauren ignores him and gets out of bed]

Dr. Judy Barnett:
Are you telling me Sydney is your daughter?

Arvin Sloane:
I never tried to prove it, one way or the other. But the strength that Sydney finds within, I like to believe that comes from me... How about that: the world didn't come to an end.

Julian Sark:
[Sark has Sydney as hostage and Vaughn has Lauren as hostage, but she is with a mask] Put the gun down, Agent Vaughn. Drop the gun.

Michael Vaughn:
Not a chance, you drop yours.

Julian Sark:
Put the gun down now.

Sydney Bristow:
No, Vaughn, don't!

Julian Sark:
Drop it. If you love her, you will put the gun down now. [Lauren looks at Vaughn]

Sydney Bristow:
Vaughn, don't! [Vaughn drops the gun]

Michael Vaughn:
Freeze! Give me the bomb. Give it to me. [Sark activates the explosive]

Julian Sark:
With pleasure.

Lauren Reed:
[Lauren and Vaughn are sitting at a bar. Lauren's phone rings] Sorry.

Michael Vaughn:
It's okay.

Lauren Reed:
Hello?

Julian Sark:
It killed you, didn't it? Seeing him drop the gun for Sydney?

Lauren Reed:
No it isn't a good time. Can I call you in the morning?

Julian Sark:
He's there with you, is that it? Though he'd rather be with her. You know, it's quite a charade you two are engaged in.

Lauren Reed:
I think we both know how dedicated I am to this assignment. If you have any issues, take it up through the proper channels.

Julian Sark:
Don't mistake me. It's not your dedication that I question.

Lauren Reed:
We'll talk about this later. [she hangs up]

Sydney Bristow:
I thought you'd be home by now.

Jack Bristow:
I was about to say the same to you. The plasma charge, it's in our hands.

Sydney Bristow:
Sark isn't... the Covenant.

Jack Bristow:
Have you had dinner? If memory serves, you always liked Mitchellis.

Sydney Bristow:
I haven't eaten there since I was eight.

Jack Bristow:
I do eat, you know.

Sydney Bristow:
I'd like that, actually.

Rachel Gibson:
So what happened?

Julian Sark:
I over estimated my friendship with Masari. He assumed I was betraying him, he took the money and left.

Rachel Gibson:
Oh so then he knows you pretty well. [Marshall and Sydney talk Rachael thru disarming a bomb that Sark is handcuffed to, she is about to cut a wire]

Julian Sark:
Whh... Wait, if that's the wrong wire...

Rachel Gibson:
I thought you liked risks...

Julian Sark:
I also like my body. And as I recall you do to.

Rachel Gibson:
[to Sark as she is about to cut the wire to attempt to disarm a bomb he is handcuffed to] Just so we're clear... You approached me, you were the one who let me into your room, and afterwards you were the one who wanted to cuddle. [Sark is rendered speechless. Rachael cuts the wire] It's disarmed.

Sydney Bristow:
[Over coms] That was spectacular Rachael.

Rachel Gibson:
Thank you.

Sydney Bristow:
[Off the coms to Marshall] About what you just heard...

Marshall Flinkman:
Don't need to know, don't want to know.

Jack Bristow:
What's a little treason between old friends?

Sydney Bristow:
When's the last time you did something just for fun?

Rachel Gibson:
Hitting Gordon Dean on the head with a shovel, that was fun.

Julian Sark:
[Sark and Rachael are each talking with different hotel staff members] I don't care what sort of Geek convention you have here; I was told an upgrade wouldn't be a problem.

Rachel Gibson:
Americans... [She gets in the elevator, Sark follows her in]

Julian Sark:
So, Lydia, here on business?

Rachel Gibson:
Yes; the Geek conference.

Sydney Bristow:
You're in a good mood, anything you're not telling me?

Rachel Gibson:
What... I... Nothing... I just a... The trip was really relaxing.

Sydney Bristow:
What did you do? Spit it out.

Rachel Gibson:
I met a guy at the hotel. He's a business guy, which is not my at all my type. And we were just talking at the bar, and well one thing...

Sydney Bristow:
Led to another, obviously. I mean are you going to see him again?

Rachel Gibson:
He thinks I'm Lydia, a British engineer.

Sydney Bristow:
Oh rats, yeah.

Rachel Gibson:
So no, I guess.

Sydney Bristow:
What happens in Brazil stays in Brazil.

Julian Sark:
[In an American accent] Lydia...

Rachel Gibson:
How nice, you remembered my name.

Sydney Bristow:
Do you remember me?

Julian Sark:
[Back to his British accent] Sydney; I suppose a congratulations is in order.

Julian Sark:
You'd love to arrest right now wouldn't you?

Marcus Dixon:
Next time.

Thomas Grace:
Give us the account number; we'll wire you your fee.

[Sark looks over at Rachael and smiles at her]

Julian Sark:
Don't bother, this one's a freebie.

Lauren Reed:
[to Vaughn] He's asked me to go with him: as an observer of Sydney's interrogation. Clearly, he's got nothing to hide.

Jack Bristow:
We're waiting for Sloane.

Michael Vaughn:
You called Sloane on this?

Jack Bristow:
You and I will be the prime suspects behind any attempt to free Sydney from NSC custody. Sloane has agreed to make it seem as if it were the work of the Covenant. Do I trust him on this? Not necessarily.

Lauren Reed:
But Sydney's made it very clear she doesn't remember anything.

NSC Director Robert Lindsey:
But when we searched her flat in Rome, we found a coded message taped to the underside of her desk. Now, if she can decode that message, it may help us infiltrate or even take down the Covenant.

Lauren Reed:
What if she doesn't recognize the code?

NSC Director Robert Lindsey:
As long as she demonstrates a willingness to cooperate, that surgery will be nothing more than a threat.

Sydney Bristow:
You better make sure I'm a vegetable when you're done with me...

Lauren Reed:
No, I'm sorry, but if I'm going to chronicle our treatment of Sydney Bristow, I need to see how she's being treated.

NSC Director Robert Lindsey:
How do you suppose it was that Sydney Bristow knew to flee the country before she was even aware the NSC wanted to take her into custody?

Michael Vaughn:
The fact that you're letting me see this place means: it's not your only one, is it?

Jack Bristow:
You're smarter than you look.

Michael Vaughn:
I didn't know you wore glasses.

Jack Bristow:
Only during surgery.

Michael Vaughn:
[to Jack] You're starting to like me again.

Marshall Flinkman:
Forensics guys are monitoring the network.

Michael Vaughn:
Isn't there any way to bypass that?

Marshall Flinkman:
Of course... it's me, but... [He goes to get something] . I give you the codes, you're gonna bust her out, aren't you? Kick some NSC booty? Can I just say... love.

Jack Bristow:
I've been trying to think of a single reason why you saved my life. The only conclusion I've come to is that it would incur some feeling of debt on my part.

Arvin Sloane:
As usual, Jack, you're in danger of outsmarting yourself.

Arvin Sloane:
You and Sydney still believe I'm pursuing some hidden agenda. Now, whatever you may perceive that agenda to be, clearly it would be easier to obtain if you were both dead, given that you're my most vocal detractors - my most capable antagonists.

Jack Bristow:
Or you need us for something. Something you believe only we can provide.

Arvin Sloane:
You and Sydney are my absolution, my penance. You're all I have left.

Cambell:
[to Sydney] Your personality profile reveals your one major weakness: empathetic suffering is harder for you to sustain than physical torture. So... thanks for caring.

Jack Bristow:
[Syd pauses after seeing Sloane in the helicopter] He's with us. Get in!

Sydney Bristow:
They wanted a code deciphered. That's what all of this was about: a code.

Jack Bristow:
Thomas Brill, Michael Vaughn.

Michael Vaughn:
[nods]

Brill:
You Bill Vaughn's kid?

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah, he was my father.

Brill:
No kidding.

Sydney Bristow:
I just came from a meeting with Sloane. The camera I took from Fordson's vault, the camera we tried to keep from SD-6, was an early prototype. The real camera is scheduled to be launched into orbit seventy-two hours from now.

Sydney Bristow:
You want me to talk to her again.

F.B.I. Asst. Director Kendall:
Mr. Sark has assumed control of your mother's operation

Sydney Bristow:
Please stop referring to her as my mother.

Dr. Judy Barnett:
Well, I'm sorry, but I am not in the habit of helping a father manipulate his daughter. No matter how good his intentions may be.

Jack Bristow:
I see. And is your opinion here based on what's best for Sydney, or for the agency? Because the fact is if Sydney doesn't talk to Laura, the CIA learns nothing.

Dr. Judy Barnett:
So you still think of her as Laura, even though that was her alias.

Irina Derevko:
Speaking of Ms. Adams... just before I left I remember her encouraging you to try out for your school's Thanksgiving play. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but in the twenty years since I last saw you I often wondered... what part did you play?

Sydney Bristow:
I don't remember. It was around the time I was told my mother had died. Everything else is a blur.

Sydney Bristow:
Seeing her again, I'm realizing there are these gaps in my memory from around the time she left. Dad... do you remember the Thanksgiving play I was in that year in school? Because I sort of do. I mean, I have an impression of it, but I can't remember... was I a pilgrim or an indian...? [He stares off] What?

Jack Bristow:
You were neither. You were a turkey. You were the only turkey that was spared to celebrate the harvest.

Marshall Flinkman:
[to Sydney]... if you're stuck in the ducts when the rocket launches, then, well, boom. And I'd miss you.

Irina Derevko:
You know, you haven't asked me how I could shoot my own daughter.

Sydney Bristow:
No, I haven't.

Irina Derevko:
I assume you wouldn't need this combination so urgently if you didn't know where the music box was. Sark won't hesitate to kill you. I don't want to lose the chance to explain myself someday.

Marcus Dixon:
Watch your step. If you fall through the ice, it'll freeze over in four seconds.

Sydney Bristow:
Good to know.

Julian Sark:
It was you giving us problems at the launch. I'd offer you passage back to civilization, but my submersible only seats four.

Sydney Bristow:
It's the thought that counts.

Irina Derevko:
[to Jack] There were times when the illusion of our marriage was as powerful for me as it was for you.

Michael Vaughn:
[after being asked his opinion on Sydney having to speak with her mother] I can't pretend to hide my bias here; Irina Derevko betrayed this country and killed my father in the process. On the other hand she is a certifiable Rambaldi expert and probably knows more about the inner workings of global organized crime than any other person in US custody. Having said that, I believe Agent Bristow and I were effectively countering SD-6 before Derevko turned herself in, and I stand behind whatever she decides.

Jack Bristow:
Mr. Vaughn, you're young and you're eager, and I understand that. But one thing you're not, and this is something only time can provide really, is wise.

Michael Vaughn:
Sydney's life is worth the risk!

Jack Bristow:
Not to Sydney! Taking them down is what gets her up in the morning. Or... did you think it was those meetings she has with you?

Will Tippin:
She said her name was Kate Jones, but it was really Eloise Kurtz. She was my source in the Danny Hecht investigation. That means she was more than a source, she was involved somehow! She was trying to tell me something, and now she's dead!

Sydney Bristow:
The irony is they never lied to me about what would happen if I told someone. It was the one thing they said that turned out to be true. Now I'm a double agent for the C.I.A. and I will be until SD-6 is gone.

Agent Jack Bristow:
You pulled my file last week, that's my problem, Mr. Vaughn. Now, did curiosity get the better of you, or were you trying to impress my daughter?

Vaughn:
She thinks you were KGB. But, I'm sure you already knew that. So, what I'm wondering is what were you doing checking up on me checking up on you?

Agent Jack Bristow:
Shepard killed Danny. I'm assuming you know that.

Sydney:
If I hadn't, thank you for breaking it to me so gently.

Dr. Brezzel:
[about drugs that will hypnotize Sydney] They won't kill you. But depending on what they are, your dreams just might.

Sydney Bristow:
I suppose I owe you a "thank you."

Arvin Sloane:
Sydney, as long as you're alive, you'll never owe me a thing.

Arvin Sloane:
My foundation gives grants to various researchers. One of these men has in development a non-invasive therapy for treating long-term severe amnesia.

Sydney Bristow:
If this therapy works, why didn't you mention it before now?

Arvin Sloane:
Well, Sydney, until now I didn't think you'd be willing to accept my help.

Lauren Reed:
[to Sydney] So, I was an idiot. Michael tried to tell me about Lindsey, but I couldn't believe what he was saying. So... so, I did what I always do. I followed the rules.

Sydney Bristow:
What happens if what we're looking for isn't metal?

Jack Bristow:
Then we're screwed; it isn't an unfamiliar situation.

Sydney Bristow:
I've been through too much with him; I don't trust that man. I still can't believe that you don't feel the same.

Jack Bristow:
What I'm feeling is irrelevant. In conspiring to save you from the NSC, Sloane's also given us all the ammunition we'd ever need to invalidate his pardon agreement. He's put his life in our hands.

Sydney Bristow:
What are we saying they want?

Arvin Sloane:
What about the Rambaldi device?

Sydney Bristow:
You'd like that, wouldn't you.

Arvin Sloane:
Sydney, I know what you're thinking. Why don't you ask yourself, if the device was so valuable to me why did I let it go?

Sydney Bristow:
For your freedom. You traded it for your pardon. Here's your chance to get it back.

Jack Bristow:
Once we make the exchange, the device will be destroyed. No one will have it.

Lauren Reed:
I know how hard this might be for you... [Sydney punches her] .

Sydney Bristow:
That was for turning me in to Lindsey.

NSC Director Robert Lindsey:
Where's Sydney Bristow? You covered for her once, and it cost you your job. Do it again, this cell will be your home for the next 10 years.

Marcus Dixon:
My lawyer's name is Shelly Bird.

NSC Director Robert Lindsey:
Your only play here is to tell where Sydney Bristow is and who broke her out. Was it her father?

Marcus Dixon:
What I know here is that sending agents to arrest me in front of my children is one of the last mistakes you'll ever make as Senior Director of the NSC. I've known men like you. Men who pretend to be patriots. You are always revealed.

Jack Bristow:
I used to think you didn't have much of a spine.

Michael Vaughn:
And has that assessment changed?

Jack Bristow:
No. [Jack smiles ever so slightly]

Dr. Brezzel:
I wasn't expecting you until Tuesday, and, um, uh... then I realized that it is, it's Tuesday. You've come to me at a really awkward time...

Dr. Brezzel:
I don't know anything about you, except that I'm not supposed to know anything about you.

Jack Bristow:
Suffice to say there are people who are under the impression that my daughter has committed a crime. Her memories are the only things that can exonerate her.

Dr. Brezzel:
Be aware that if you encounter a new memory, it might be traumatic.

Sydney Bristow:
But it won't necessarily be real.

Dr. Brezzel:
Oh, it will be to you.

Sydney Bristow:
[On Sydney's dream] You don't have a wedding ring.

Michael Vaughn:
I thought we'd go to Santa Barbara first and see how that went...

Sydney Bristow:
You're not married?

Michael Vaughn:
You really hit your head, didn't you?

Michael Vaughn:
She was knocked unconscious after the fight. How can she remember anything that happened after that?

Dr. Brezzel:
Because unconsciously the mind can still establish transhistorical accounts of the real world.

Jack Bristow:
Meaning even with her eyes closed, her other senses were alert?

Dr. Brezzel:
Yes, thank you. And based upon those senses, her brain will construct an accurate but incomplete memory of the events that followed.

Dr. Brezzel:
[about Sydney] She's in a tangent.

Kaya:
I was in a tangent once.

Jack Bristow:
How nice for you.

Dr. Brezzel:
She's still in beta, but she's dreaming... that just doesn't happen.

Sydney Bristow:
I can't help it, I just miss you. I do.

Michael Vaughn:
You know we can't do this.

Sydney Bristow:
Give me a break, it's a dream... we can do whatever we want. At least, I can.

Jack Bristow:
Forensic analysis leads Marshall to believe that whoever this hand belonged to was alive as recent as four months ago.

Sydney Bristow:
It couldn't have been Lazarey because I killed him last year.

Jack Bristow:
Unless, you didn't.

NSC Director Robert Lindsey:
I plan on making the trade. During the exchange, I want Sydney Bristow taken out.

Arvin Sloane:
Ah, I see. She has something on you.

Arvin Sloane:
What guarantee do I have that this isn't some form of entrapment?

NSC Director Robert Lindsey:
Because I know what you're up to, Mr. Sloane. I can see your big picture. I know your endgame. I even have proof.

Jack Bristow:
You're sure the DNA matched Lazarey's?

Lauren Reed:
Yes. Which means that Sydney did not kill him... Lindsey has nothing on her. She can come home.

Sydney Bristow:
[On Sydney's dream] I've never heard of a Saint Aidan.

Marcus Dixon:
They're hard to find.

Eric Weiss:
[On Sydney's dream] Syd, you made it! I hope you're ready for an expensive lesson in the art of gambling...

Sydney Bristow:
I'm looking for that building.

Eric Weiss:
Try the kitchen.

Sydney Bristow:
[On Sydney's dream as her double] You think it's an accident we don't remember anything?

Sydney Bristow:
What happened to me?

Sydney Bristow:
[her double] Trust Lazarey.

Arvin Sloane:
I'm taking a leave. I want you to continue without me.

Julian Sark:
Sir, not to belittle your grief, but do not deny yourself the victory of a thirty-year pursuit.

Arvin Sloane:
If I don't see you again, Mr. Sark, tell Irina that I hope you both succeed where I couldn't.

Michael Vaughn:
You're saying that five hundred years ago Rambaldi drew the DNA profile of a man who's alive today?

Carrie Bowman:
It gets even better. Di Regno's DNA profile was a code key. It let us decrypt page 94 of the Rambaldi manuscript.

Marcus Dixon:
What's on the page?

N.S.A. Deputy Director Brandon:
Times and dates, each marking an apocalyptic event.

Sydney Bristow:
There's a future date listed on the page, isn't there?

N.S.A. Deputy Director Brandon:
Forty-eight hours from now.

Sydney Bristow:
What's the prediction?

Carrie Bowman:
The page doesn't say, it just gives the time. It's the equivalent of midnight, eastern standard time.

Jack Bristow:
I've worked with Agent Dixon for nearly a dozen years. You've worked with him for little over a month. If he feels ready to be in the field, I'm going to accord him that respect.

Michael Vaughn:
But given his state of mind, do you really think he's the right person to make that decision?

Jack Bristow:
Yes.

Michael Vaughn:
Jack, he just lost his wife. I mean, with all due respect, why are you fighting with me on this?

Jack Bristow:
I'm not required to justify my decisions to you, Agent Vaughn. However, I recruited Agent Dixon into SD-6. I'm the man who sold him the lie he was working for the CIA. I introduced him to the man who killed his wife. I will not be the one to tell him he can't assist in Sloane's capture.

Carrie Bowman:
Are you gay?

Marshall Flinkman:
Why, is there someone you wanted to set me up with?

Carrie Bowman:
No, it's just every cute guy that I meet turns out to be gay.

Sydney Bristow:
I need you to look me in the eye and promise me that you can handle this.

Marcus Dixon:
I promise.

Sydney Bristow:
Okay, let's go.

Conrad:
[to Sloane] Now you understand. Your journey has just begun.

Julian Sark:
If I may ask, who is our source of intel at the CIA? And how do we know he's reliable?

Mr. Zisman:
Mr. Sark, do not burden yourself with unnecessary details.

Sydney Bristow:
[to Vaughn] Have I offended you in some way, like showing up and disrupting the perfect little life you had?

Sydney Bristow:
I've done everything I can to try to make this ridiculous situation work. You, me and Lauren working in the same office...

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah, and I have tried to walk around with this fake smile on my face, pretending everything was fine, just the way it used to be. That's not working for me anymore.

Sydney Bristow:
This is it. When we get back, one of us has to go.

Marcus Dixon:
I have just been informed by the Joint Chiefs of Staff that we've been ordered to stand down. Given our tenuous relations with North Korea, their official position on Sydney and Vaughn is to disavow. Unofficially, I say, "Screw 'em."

Jack Bristow:
Do you mind if I ask who you are?

Katya Derevko:
What you should ask is what I'll need you to do in return for my assistance.

Jack Bristow:
I was going to get to that.

Sydney Bristow:
I slept with Will.

Michael Vaughn:
What?

Sydney Bristow:
In Warsaw... we got drunk, and we slept together.

Michael Vaughn:
How am I suppose to react to that?

Sydney Bristow:
However you want to.

Michael Vaughn:
[to Sydney] Bad enough being a fugitive in North Korea. Now I have to find out that you slept with Will?

Julian Sark:
[posing like a CIA's agent] Well I assure you, the United States will be happy to have you.

Leonid Lisenker:
Yes. The Covenant must be stopped. What they are planning... keeps me awake at night.

Jack Bristow:
Tell me, which of Irina's sisters are you? Elena or Ekatarina?

Katya Derevko:
I haven't been Ekatarina since I was a child. My sisters call me Katya. Which means Irina wasn't the one who told you about me.

Jack Bristow:
Learning that your wife is actually a Russian spy drives you to learn all you can about her true identity.

Katya Derevko:
As observant as you are, you were married to my sister for five years without suspecting who she really was: her love must have been intoxicating.

Arvin Sloane:
I remember years ago, I was working at SD-6. I was on my way to a meeting in Berlin. It was a typical day... except K-Directorate made an attempt on my life. As I opened my car door, a sniper shot came out of nowhere. The bullet grazed my neck. Actually left a burn mark... You never forget what that feels like... to barely escape with your life.

Jack Bristow:
I have a plane waiting.

Arvin Sloane:
Then you should go.

Michael Vaughn:
We're not gonna make it out of here. There's something I need you to know.

Sydney Bristow:
Vaughn...

Michael Vaughn:
In my life, there's only one person...

Sydney Bristow:
Don't do this.

Michael Vaughn:
Look at me.

Sydney Bristow:
Vaughn...

Michael Vaughn:
The only reason I pushed you away...

Sydney Bristow:
Please...

Michael Vaughn:
The only reason I didn't know how to be around you... [hear marching]

Sydney Bristow:
They're coming.

Michael Vaughn:
Sydney...

Sydney Bristow:
I know, Vaughn. I know. We'll find each other. We always find each other.

Jack Bristow:
You warned him, didn't you? Sloane. Whatever trust I'd established with him over the past few months has been compromised. What I can't figure out is, how will this play to Irina's advantage? Or your own?

Katya Derevko:
One day when you least expect it, Irina's intentions will present themselves to you. And when that day comes, I promise you - it will be unmistakable.

[Katya kisses Jack]

Katya Derevko:
That was from Irina.

Jack:
Okay.

[Katya plants a hot and heavy kiss on Jack]

Jack:
And *who* was that from?

Katya Derevko:
You ask too many questions.

Michael Vaughn:
Well, maybe so, but I certainly didn't join the CIA looking for fairness! After everything she's done to you, are those things you could ever forgive?

Sydney Bristow:
I don't know.

Michael Vaughn:
Yeah, well, your father doesn't share that ambiguity. He's meeting with Assistant Director Kendall right now and he is lobbying to have your mother taken away.

Jack Bristow:
There's another fact! Nothing that woman says or does can be taken at face value. Her motivations are strictly her own and now that your dealings with your mother have taken on an emotional component, I'm concerned.

Sydney Bristow:
Well, don't be. I'm more professional than that. Every one of our discussions has been specific and mission-related.

Jack Bristow:
You told her about your school play.

Sydney Bristow:
Dad, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not that naive.

Jack Bristow:
I'm sure that's something we both hope is true.

Will Tippin:
Well, I've got four weeks left of community service and then I'm done. Hey, um, you remember last week when I cooperated and let the CIA hypnotize me?

Sydney Bristow:
Yeah.

Will Tippin:
What happened with that? I mean, was I helpful at all? And I'm only asking because about five minutes ago I was doing pretty well as a reporter, you know, and now I'm a dishwasher living in denial. That's all.

Sydney Bristow:
The information you provided was huge. [Sydney's pager goes off]

Will Tippin:
Good guys or bad guys?

Sydney Bristow:
Neither. My father.

Jack Bristow:
Irina Derevko gave you the operations manual for her syndicate. I would like you to tell me where you've hidden it.

Claus Richter:
Derevko is a great woman.

Jack Bristow:
Morphine's not bad, either. Let me be clear. I've only given you enough to last five minutes. Cooperate and get all you want. Resist and you get none.

Rebecca Martinez:
I know who you are, Will Tippin. I read your articles. The reporter with the big imagination who fell in love with the heroin chic lifestyle.

Will Tippin:
Yeah. Yeah, that's me.

Rebecca Martinez:
My theory? I don't think you ever really were a drug addict.

Julian Sark:
Would you consider working for me if it meant I'd let you walk out of here? I believe if you took the time to hear a offer, you might actually say yes.

Sydney Bristow:
You're cute, but I'll pass.

Irina Derevko:
How do you say "thank you" to the woman who killed your father?

Michael Vaughn:
[pause] You don't.

Jack Bristow:
You asked me what I was afraid of. I can tell you, it's obvious. I'm afraid of losing my daughter.

Sydney Bristow:
Sark is like the good-looking guy in high school who knows how cute he is and won't take "no" for an answer.

Sydney Bristow:
[returning her mother's earrings] They've been checked for hidden compartments, transmitters, passive sensors. Every sharp edge has been dulled.

Irina Derevko:
I was twenty-one years old when I was given these at the graduation from the academy. My mother,your grandmother, put these in my hands. I cried. She said: "Sweetheart, wear them well". You would have liked her. Had things... been different.

Rebecca Martinez:
Will Tippin shouldn't be a problem. I gave him a number of opportunities, all recorded on audio files, to restart his SD-6 investigation. Tippin never took the bait.

Arvin Sloane:
Has Security Section seen that?

Rebecca Martinez:
Yes, and they're classifying Tippin as a non-threat.

Sydney:
Sark is like the good looking kid in high school. He knows how cute he is and wouldn't take no for an answer.

Marshall Flinkman:
OK, they're doing it, they're in the room. Yo, Mr. Sloane, I know how against this you were... If Sydney chooses to say I told you so.

Arvin Sloane:
She's not out yet.

Marshall Flinkman:
That's true. But their good, they're really good.

Eric Weiss:
[to Vaughn] It wouldn't be weird for you would it, if we were dating sisters?

Jack Bristow:
Arvin, the nuance of fatherhood elude me; but there is one thing I'm sure of. You are not going to forge any kind of bond with Nadia if you attempt to keep her from working with her sister.

Arvin Sloane:
Sydney, we didn't expect you back so soon... So Russia was a success?

Sydney Bristow:
Yeah, there's a report waiting for you in the office.

Nadia Santos:
Sydney, he just dropped by, I didn't realize.

Sydney Bristow:
Get Out.

Arvin Sloane:
Very Well... I'll walk myself to the door. I'll see you both tomorrow.

Nadia Santos:
OK... He came by wanting to talk; he says he wants a fresh start to get to know me.

Sydney Bristow:
You think that's all he wants; a little father daughter bonding?

Nadia Santos:
I know how you feel about him.

Sydney Bristow:
You can't possibly.

Nadia Santos:
I don't understand, you work with him at APO.

Sydney Bristow:
I accepted the job so I can watch him. Don't delude yourself, Nadia, into thinking you can trust that man. Do that and you will end up hating yourself for it.

Nadia Santos:
He's my father.

Sydney Bristow:
If you knew what he's done...

Nadia Santos:
Sydney, I know, I know what he did to you. What he took from you, your best friend, your fiance...

Sydney Bristow:
And knowing that, you still let him into my home?

Nadia Santos:
Wait a minute... I hate that perfume. It has a weird patrulli smell.

Sydney Bristow:
See the end of the bed, the sling backs.

Nadia Santos:
Champagne bottles on the nightstand.

Sydney Bristow:
Check out the magazines.

Nadia Santos:
Designer purse.

Sydney Bristow:
It's a shot.

Eric Weiss:
What's a shot, what are you talking about?

Nadia Santos:
I know where to get what we need.

Eric Weiss:
What? Where is she going?

Michael Vaughn:
You mind filling us in?

Sydney Bristow:
Tambor's got a girlfriend, she's staying with him. She's our way in.

Arvin Sloane:
My sources confirm that their panicking

Sydney Bristow:
Your sources...

Arvin Sloane:
If that vial is their only prototype as Intel appears to collaborate. Its theft has set their classified weapons program back decades.

Sydney Bristow:
Would you mind telling us where that Intel came from? Or are we all supposed to rely on your sources no questions asked?

Sydney Bristow:
He owns a fleet of sports cars, Ferrari's Lamborghini's, Bentley's

Eric Weiss:
This guy's living my junior high fantasy

Marshall Flinkman:
Or my current one

Arvin Sloane:
Just so we don't have these misunderstandings again, let me be clear to both of you. Questioning my authority, whether it's in this office or in the field; is unacceptable.

Sydney Bristow:
Unacceptable... Coming from you that's almost funny

Nadia Santos:
Sydney, please.

Sydney Bristow:
Do you really want to engage in a conversation about what is and what is not acceptable? Every day I work here, I see your face in briefings; I hear your voice in my ear during missions. And do you want to know what it's like? It makes me sick to my stomach. Having to pretend that the past never happened, that you're not the same murderous, criminal, sociopath you were three years ago. It makes me want to wretch. If you want to talk unacceptable, that is unacceptable.

Arvin Sloane:
I assumed that you had accepted the fact that I made amends for my past.

Sydney Bristow:
Amends; Francie and Danny are gone and yet here you are. And everywhere I look I'm reminded of the man that killed them.

Arvin Sloane:
We have no Intel on that woman. You'll be going in blind Sydney.

Sydney Bristow:
We know enough. She has gossip rags all over the room, which means she's fine making a mess, so we know she's not a one-night stand. Her shoes cost more than most people's monthly salary, so she either has money of her own or access to Tambor's. [Vaughn stares at Sydney, then looks up at Weiss bewildered] Either way, empty champagne bottles, her side of the bed. This girl likes to party. But her boyfriend would rather stay in and watch TV their last night in Monaco than hang out with her, so she's bored. Most likely pissed off.

Jack Bristow:
How do you propose to find her?

Sydney Bristow:
Well, she let her handbag. She didn't go far. In fact, I'm guessing she's hitting the hotel bar right now. [Vaughn grins at Sydney] All Nadia and I need to do is get to her and get her to take us to the room. Why are you smiling?

Michael Vaughn:
I don't know.

Eric Weiss:
[Watching Nadia] Did you see that? She just palmed the PDA from his jacket. That's magic man. I showed her that with, like, a business card. It's like Fazham!

Michael Vaughn:
I get it.

Eric Weiss:
She's Amazing!

Michael Vaughn:
I get it.

Eric Weiss:
She's incredible!

Michael Vaughn:
Fazham?

Eric Weiss:
Yeah, Fazham.

Sydney Bristow:
Phoenix to base, we're ready for pick up.

Michael Vaughn:
You have no idea how glad I am to hear that.

Arvin Sloane:
So Sydney, I contacted Chase. She's expecting a call from you regarding a transfer from this unit. Given your sentiments, I assume that's what you want. [Sydney leans in closer to Sloane]

Sydney Bristow:
I want to make something clear. I will never forgive you for what you've done to me, to the people I love. No amount of time or distance will ever change that. [She Pauses and stands up] I'll see you tomorrow. [Last lines]

Michael Vaughn:
[Weiss and Vaughn are watching Nadia and Sydney over surveillance] She's cloning the hard drive and he's in the room.

Eric Weiss:
How the hell does she know about the Slovak devils? Was that in the file?

Michael Vaughn:
Maybe she's a soccer fan.

Eric Weiss:
Oh, God, this is the greatest girl ever.

Michael Vaughn:
[Sydney finished cloning the hard drive] She got it. I didn't know you liked soccer.

Eric Weiss:
I do now, oh, by the way, it's called futbol.

Francie Calfo:
Okay, so I'm in my Operations and Technology Management class, and I realize two things. One, I prepared the wrong chapter.

Sydney Bristow:
No!

Francie Calfo:
I don't want to talk about it. And two, you and I are going to have a Halloween party.

Sydney Bristow:
How am I supposed to make a double switch invisible to my partner? He'll be there.

Michael Vaughn:
You cannot tell him the truth. I mean, he might already know who he's working for.

Francie Calfo:
So, what's going on with work? You always talk about work and you haven't even mentioned it today.

Will Tippin:
I wasn't working on a S.A.T. story. When I bumped into you guys? There is no S.A.T. story. I was trying to track down a woman named Kate Jones. She was supposed to be seated next to Danny on a flight from Singapore to Hong Kong.

Marcus Dixon:
Sloane is asking about Berlin. He thinks someone might have gotten to Schiller. He thinks he might be a plant. He wanted to know why you had me change the pick up to Koenig Strasse.

Sydney Bristow:
I told you, I thought I was being followed.

Marcus Dixon:
Syd, is there something I should know?

Sydney Bristow:
No.

Sydney Bristow:
He practically apologized.

Michael Vaughn:
Sloane did?

Sydney Bristow:
For thinking maybe I'd mailed him the wrong guy. Imagine that.

Sydney Bristow:
About last night...

Michael Vaughn:
Is this going to be about Alice?

Sydney Bristow:
I know it's complicated...

Michael Vaughn:
We're not together anymore.

Sydney Bristow:
Since when?

Michael Vaughn:
Since this morning. The truth is, we've been over for a long time.

Sydney Bristow:
I was thinking... I can actually go to the CIA through the front door.

Michael Vaughn:
And I can actually give you a ride.

C.I.A. Agent James L. Lennox:
I could've sworn you were a blonde.

Sydney Bristow:
I was. My hair's usually brown. Hard to keep track.

C.I.A. Agent James L. Lennox:
Emma used to say that she had spent so much of her life pretending to be other people that she was afraid she might disappear. And I have been sitting here trying to remember all her aliases and you're right. It's hard to keep track.

Sydney Bristow:
I lost my fiance last year and I know we're trained to compartmentalize things that hurt too much but I still haven't been able to do that. As hard as it is, I would rather feel it than to not feel anything.

Jack Bristow:
We've decrypted the specs on Project Helix that you and Vaughn obtained. The data describes a breakthrough in next-generation molecular gene therapy. It refers to a new procedure whereby a patient's face and body are reshaped to identically resemble someone else. Agent Lennox was the first test subject to be doubled.

Sydney Bristow:
How is this possible without obvious scarring?

Jack Bristow:
The procedure isn't surgical. A patient's genetic code is altered to reshape their physical attributes.

Sydney Bristow:
Is it reversible?

Jack Bristow:
It's unclear. It only works on people of a certain genetic disposition and the recipient must be induced into a comatose state for several days while their cells regenerate. The data indicates the only way to distinguish the real person from the double is by an ocular scan. A flaw in the iris was deliberately built into the procedure to tell them apart.

C.I.A. Agent James L. Lennox:
I'm not the only one who's been doubled.

Sydney Bristow:
Who else?

C.I.A. Agent James L. Lennox:
It doesn't say.

Sydney Bristow:
[to Lennox] One thing about my fiance... I was lucky to have known him for as long as I did.

Michael Vaughn:
You're so beautiful.

Sydney Bristow:
[after Vaughn kisses her] Dinner's ready.

Michael Vaughn:
You do have an oven you know, we can reheat.

Eric Weiss:
So, in a case like this, we start by digitizing all the news coverage that covered the bombing. You, uh, you like Italian food?

Christine Phillips:
I have a boyfriend.

Eric Weiss:
[Weiss looks up as Vaughn walks in the room] Yeah, me too.

Michael Vaughn:
If Sloane can't touch this case, then why did they assign it to his task-force?

Jack Bristow:
Because of Sydney. Our target is someone with whom several of you are quite familiar.

Sydney Bristow:
Who is it?

Jack Bristow:
Anna Espinosa.

Sydney Bristow:
I thou... She's supposed to be dead.

Jack Bristow:
So are a lot of people.

Julian Sark:
Mr. Vaughn, your timing is impeccable, the last of my broken bones is finally healed and I sit before you a fresh canvas, for your aggression. But before we begin whatever inquisition you're here for, there is a pesky question that's been lingering in my head. Do you mind?

Michael Vaughn:
Go ahead.

Julian Sark:
Was it the infidelity or the espionage that motivated you to kill the woman I loved?

Michael Vaughn:
The woman that you loved?

Julian Sark:
Yes, loved. You know she once actually told me that she longed to love you, but the mundane existence you provided, couldn't hold a candle to my passion.

Michael Vaughn:
[Vaughn punches Sark in the face] That wasn't for sleeping with the woman I was married to, I couldn't care less about her.

Julian Sark:
With regards to your previous request, I will help you locate CRF leadership. But as always, you must do something for me in return.

Michael Vaughn:
Why the Charade, if you were going to cooperate, why run at all?

Julian Sark:
For the Bubbly, of course.

Michael Vaughn:
Nadia's great, I know that, alright. But you might want to consider just taking it slow.

Eric Weiss:
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, What's with the warning?

Michael Vaughn:
Uhh, Sally Vincent

Eric Weiss:
Haaaa, Sally; that was a completely different story.

Michael Vaughn:
How is it different? When it ended you were all like weird.

Eric Weiss:
Weird, how?

Michael Vaughn:
You were building ships in bottles. You built many, many ships in many bottles over many, many months.

Eric Weiss:
Yeah, that's called a hobby.

Michael Vaughn:
Hobby; you locked yourself in a closet for a month.

Eric Weiss:
Tell me you don't still think about how I got those ships in the bottles

Michael Vaughn:
No I don't

Sydney Bristow:
Where are you going?

Michael Vaughn:
I'll tell you later, when's the meet with Anna?

Sydney Bristow:
Now

Michael Vaughn:
Nadia's gonna be okay.

Sydney Bristow:
I just want the ghosts would go away.

Michael Vaughn:
Tell me about it.

Michael Vaughn:
Open it up.

Prison Guard:
Procedure Dictates...

Michael Vaughn:
Him, we're old friends

Julian Sark:
Actually, giving our shared intimacies with your late wife, I may even go so far as to say that we're family.

Julian Sark:
I see your bargaining skills have gone the way of your manhood.

Michael Vaughn:
Let me rephrase then. I'd be willing to leave you with what you already have and not make your life more uncomfortable.

Julian Sark:
I don't see that there's much left to take away.

Michael Vaughn:
You stonewall me and I'll have you shipped to Alder Penitentiary, and I'll have you secured in darkened solitary until the end of days. 24/7 in a pitch black cell with zero human contact is a slow way to die. Especially with all the demons you've got in your closet, and believe me they will come knocking.

Julian Sark:
I regret to inform you, Mr. Vaughn, I'm not afraid of the dark

Michael Vaughn:
You should be, I'm having you transferred to Alder tonight.

Irina Derevko:
This plan might not hold up. The CIA knows too much: they could guess why we were after the genetic database.

Arvin Sloane:
I'm not interested in the database. I want satellite footage of Tuscany. I want to know who murdered my wife.

Irina Derevko:
We both had to make sacrifices, Arvin. You won't forgive yourself if you stop now. We're so close to knowing what Rambaldi knew.

Arvin Sloane:
I wish I never heard that man's name.

Sydney Bristow:
Look at this: Elsa Caplan's debrief transcript. It's barely ten pages long. Sloane kidnapped her husband two months ago and all we have is ten pages?

Jack Bristow:
Sydney, if you feel Elsa Caplan was improperly debriefed, do it again yourself.

Irina Derevko:
We still need your help. I just downloaded this. That's a catalog of over ten million people's DNA. We're looking for someone specific, a man. But it's encrypted. We need you to break it.

Neil Caplan:
For the past two months I haven't heard a word about my family or been given any indication whether they're dead or alive. So you can just kill me. Just kill me because there's no way in hell I'm going to help you people anymore.

Sydney Bristow:
Vaughn. I mean, okay. The backpack is getting a little ridiculous.

Michael Vaughn:
What do you mean?

Sydney Bristow:
[She points to her bureau] The middle drawer. It's yours.

Michael Vaughn:
[after Sydney gives him his drawer] I love my drawer!

Sydney Bristow:
Your husband might have been working for the Russian SVR. It's their equivalent to the CIA.

Elsa Caplan:
What did the fax say?

Sydney Bristow:
A single Russian word. "Razvyaska". It means "endgame".

Elsa Caplan:
[starts to cry] Neil's gonna die.

Elsa Caplan:
I just committed treason against my government because I want to get him back. I'm telling you because I love him.

Jack Bristow:
Yes, Vaughn briefed me. Elsa Caplan shouldn't be processed as a walk-in, she's an SVR agent.

Sydney Bristow:
Which means we can classify her as a defector.

Jack Bristow:
Or we can arraign her and try her for espionage. Until we make that determination, I'm holding her here.

Jack Bristow:
I'm not willing to risk your life based on speculative intel you acquired from a Russian spy.

Sydney Bristow:
Why would she lie?

Jack Bristow:
That's precisely the question!

Sydney Bristow:
She turned herself in!

Jack Bristow:
She's not the first!

Eric Weiss:
[talking about Sydney] So she gave you a drawer, huh?

Michael Vaughn:
It was a gesture of convenience.

Eric Weiss:
And, uh, what did you put it in?

Michael Vaughn:
Why do you care?

Eric Weiss:
What do you mean, why do I care? Do you know how spoiled you are? You know, a drawer! I wish I had a girlfriend to say 'Hey, do you want a drawer?'

Michael Vaughn:
I'll give you a drawer at my place.

Eric Weiss:
I don't want a drawer at your place.

Jack Bristow:
[to Vaughn] And, just because you have gotten comfortable with my daughter doesn't mean you can get comfortable with me.

Eric Weiss:
Jack is going to shoot you in the face.

Michael Vaughn:
Just give me a half-hour head start. Tell him that she called your phone and you gave it to me. We only have ten hours to find Kaplan.

Eric Weiss:
If we end up sharing a cell in federal prison, I'm not giving you a drawer.

Julian Sark:
I'm like anyone, Mr. Caplan. What I want is that which I never had.

Sydney Bristow:
You're NSA?

Neil Caplan:
They recruited me out of Caltech. Even though, if you ask them, they'll deny any affiliation with me. I knew Elsa was a spy the day we met.

Sydney Bristow:
Okay, look, your wife injected you with a cyanide caplet. We have to remove it right now!

Neil Caplan:
What?

Sydney Bristow:
We downloaded the DNA database Caplan decrypted from the computer he was working on. We finally have a lead on Sloane and Derevko.

Jack Bristow:
Good. But, Sydney, if you go around me again I'll have you transferred and finding them will no longer be part of your job description.

Jack Bristow:
Actually, Ryan alerted local authorities, gave them time to evacuate the building.

Eric Weiss:
So he's a humanitarian bomber?

Michael Vaughn:
He wanted the bomb squad called in?

Marshall Flinkman:
Well, maybe because he knew there was nothing they could do.

Eric Weiss:
What, I can't ask my buddy...

Michael Vaughn:
[angrily] The marriage is fantastic.

Eric Weiss:
[Vaughn leaves in a huff] Yeah, I can tell.

Eric Weiss:
That was good, right? It's called method acting: I was shot in the neck once... I can do it again.

Michael Vaughn:
I still think it would just be easier to sic your father on him.

Sydney Bristow:
We have twenty-seven hours before Ryan sets off another bomb. Our best chance to prevent that is to let him know that his first demonstration convinced us to buy every weapon he can produce.

Michael Vaughn:
Us, being the Covenant, based on intel received from someone we may or may not be able to trust.

Sydney Bristow:
Your product demonstration in Belfast was impressive: we'd like to purchase your new weapon.

Daniel Ryan:
Yeah. While I appreciate... your hairstyle... as I said, I do business with Andrejev.

Daniel Ryan:
[to Sydney] There's loads of things I'm really good at. Some, I'm exceptional at. One of them is poker. Ahh, I love poker. Play twice a week. My friends come 'round, they bring their money, they lose their money. I always win. Do you know why? I can see a bluff a mile away.

Leonid Lisenker:
Daniel, I know about Belfast. Your extraction was cleared to the highest levels. Emma saved your life. You should kiss her... whatever she wants.

Leonid Lisenker:
Sark has never met Ryan.

Jack Bristow:
Are you sure of this?

Leonid Lisenker:
Yes.

Sydney Bristow:
That wasn't a "yes," that was a "no."

Julian Sark:
Doesn't it bother you?

Michael Vaughn:
What's that?

Julian Sark:
A bombmaker arranges for a meeting on a plane and then doesn't show up. I don't know about you, but that concerns me.

Marshall Flinkman:
Okay, first of all, I didn't touch anything, I swear! But the bomb's been activated!

Jack Bristow:
We know. We just spoke to Vaughn.

Marshall Flinkman:
No, not on the plane, in my office! The bomb in my office has been activated!

Daniel Ryan:
Don't tell me. We've come to the point where you coerce me into cooperating.

Jack Bristow:
Not exactly. [Jack grabs Ryan by the neck and starts to strangle him]

Jack Bristow:
[to Ryan] There's no white light. Not for people like you.

Sydney Bristow:
You're angry, with good reason. The Covenant took away your brother's life.

Daniel Ryan:
Took his life. What an interesting choice of words. I mean, personally I would've gone with something a little more colorful, like um, murdered, but even that's not... Slaughtered, yeah, what about slaughtered. Try that.

Sydney Bristow:
The Covenant held me captive for almost two years, they did things to me that I will never get over. They starved me, subjected me to electroshock, sensory deprivation, they used hypnotherapy, all to convince me I was someone else. A... An operative they created named Julia Thorne. I'm telling you this, it may not change anything, but you need to know that I understand what it is like having the Covenant take away people you love. They are evil, evil people. The thing is, I was luckier than you. The man I love, the Covenant didn't murder him, he's on that plane. Like I said, my telling you this may not change anything. But I swear to you if you disable that bomb, I will not rest until the Covenant pays for what they have done to us. Please I beg you. Don't do this.

Daniel Ryan:
My former handler confessed to me on the day before she was killed, that my brother had been murdered by the Covenant, and that it was a test of loyalty, for a woman named Julia Thorne. [He looks at Sydney] You killed my brother.

Arvin Sloane:
Nadia won't be getting better Jack. [pauses] if I have to face life without my daughter, I still have to live with myself. It sounds hollow, I know, in light of what I just told you. But I consider you both to be my family.

Sydney Bristow:
Have you actually ever built anything before?

Jack Bristow:
Yes, in fact, I built your crib.

Sydney Bristow:
Really?

Jack Bristow:
Well your mother and I did it together. [Jack grabs the crib mattress and throws it inside the crib] Done.

Sydney Bristow:
Done?

Jack Bristow:
Uh huh, why did you doubt me?

Sydney Bristow:
No, of course not. [She stands up and they push the crib out of the room, but it won't fit thru the doorway]

Jack Bristow:
Get me the screwdriver.

Gordon Dean:
Well isn't this a surprise... What are you doing here Rachael? You're gonna to fight me? You do you think we never put you in the field? Because we knew you weren't equipped.

Rachel Gibson:
Well then... that was you're lose.

[Rachael and Dean fight; Rachael ends the fight by hitting Dean over the head with a shovel]

Sydney Bristow:
[over coms] Oracle; do you have a visual?

Rachel Gibson:
Yeah... Actually... On Dean.

Sydney Bristow:
What's he doing?

Rachel Gibson:
Eating dirt... I just hit him with a shovel.

Sydney Bristow:
A shovel? Is he conscious?

Rachel Gibson:
Yeah, I think so.

Sydney Bristow:
Then hit him again.

Jack Bristow:
[Sydney has just injected Dean with a version of LSD that Marshall modified] How long until we can interrogate Dean?

Marshall Flinkman:
Not long. In about an hour, he'll think your God. He'll tell you anything you want to know. Of course, if you'd like, I could facilitate the process.

Jack Bristow:
Let's do that. [Psychedelic music starts playing in the background] I see you've done this before.

Sydney Bristow:
The CIA has a hit list, 35 people world-wide that agents are allowed to kill. 35 out of 6 billion. You're one of them, which means when I kill you I won't even be breaking the law.

Arvin Sloane:
This is bigger than SD-6. Bigger than the CIA.

Michael Vaughn:
[Sydney and Vaughn walk into Syd's apartment, Vaughn's cell phone rings] Hello?

Eric Weiss:
Hey, Kendall has something he wants to show you.

Michael Vaughn:
Ah, can it wait?

Eric Weiss:
Apparently not, he wants to Sydney too. Are you with her?

Michael Vaughn:
Ah, no. I haven't seen her.

Eric Weiss:
You're in bed with her right now, aren't you?

Michael Vaughn:
Trying. Just find out what he wants.

Will Tippin:
But in the hell-hath-no-fury department, I figure this woman would pay us to mess with her ex.

Francie Calfo:
You know, Sydney, you've been acting sort of weird lately. Sydney:

Sydney Bristow:
Really? I thought you'd been acting weird. I thought maybe it was because of Will.

Francie Calfo:
You don't talk to me anymore.

Sydney Bristow:
I'm sorry, Francie. I just get so caught up in work.

Francie Calfo:
Don't forget. We used to be really good friends. You can talk to me.

Eric Weiss:
We just had an Echelon intercept. Key words were picked up: "terrorist", "weapons of mass destruction". But you ready for this? "Rambaldi".

Michael Vaughn:
Did you get coordinates?

Eric Weiss:
Yeah. Yours. We don't know what's happening but you're not waiting for us to find out. Get out now!

Michael Vaughn:
You said everyone in the radius was affected, even people who were taking cover?

Marshall Flinkman:
Yeah. Well, there's no defense against this kind of energy. It goes through walls, concrete, steel, everything.

F.B.I. Asst. Director Kendall:
There's no shield.

Marshall Flinkman:
No. Sorry. Oh, um, I should probably also tell you that, um, this kind of energy knocks out computer circuitry. Which means if it's pointed at the sky, it could take down planes.

Marcus Dixon:
I'm out.

Michael Vaughn:
Sydney's in trouble.

Marcus Dixon:
Respect my decision.

Michael Vaughn:
I can't do that. Not when your decision may cost Sydney her life. You wouldn't tell Sydney how you infiltrated Kabir's so she found an alternate way in using what turned out to be faulty intel. She was captured and unless we find another confirmed access point, no one will be sent in to get her out.

Marcus Dixon:
[to Sydney] I can't judge you for not telling me about SD-6.

Sydney Bristow:
[to Vaughn] What we saw, in the church. Every time we think we've seen the worst...

Julian Sark:
[to Sloane] You talk of power and control. But when you create a completely powerful weapon, you leave it in the hands of a complete stranger.

Michael Vaughn:
No suit, huh?

Will Tippin:
It's been a while since I tried it on, or worked out apparently. So it makes me overwhelmed and fat.

Julian Sark:
[Talking to Sloane over the phone about the firebomb] Sir, if Caplan's off by even a micro Tesla... this could go very wrong.

Arvin Sloane:
Do it.

Julian Sark:
That's easy for you to say sir; you're eight thousand miles away.

Sydney Bristow:
You're part of this?

F.B.I. Asst. Director Kendall:
Well, that all depends on which part you're referring to.

Sydney Bristow:
You're Covenant.

F.B.I. Asst. Director Kendall:
No, no, no. That wouldn't go over too well at home.

F.B.I. Asst. Director Kendall:
We need to talk about the past two years.